50 Cent - Position of Power 50 Cent - Position of Power Lyrics

"Position Of Power"

[Intro:]
Ha, ha,ha
I told n____s not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Ha, ha, ha

[50 Cent:]
Aww n____ don't trip
I'll kill you if you f___ with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww n____ don't trip
You're gonna make me get on some s___
Run up on you quick
What's up? You're whipped
Aww n____ don't trip
You're gonna get you monkey a__ hit
Run in you whip tryna f___ with my clique
Aww n____ don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent b____, G-Unit
Aww n____ don't trip

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, n____ d___
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', b__pin' Bugz s___, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, it's time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A n____ big as King Kong in the street now
I do a little house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty b____es out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b____es come and suck on some d___
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and s___
n____s be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a little charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the bong

[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
n____ you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My n____s we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f___ around if you wanna

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in or get touched
I don't need n____s for support, I don't walk with a crutch
n____s know my stage, they don't f___ with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 s___, it's real laid back
Type s___ you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s___ for ten bodies, you get for one 'cause
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a n____ still really tryna move cane
Make a little extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' (I'm making moves)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack