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Position Of Power lyrics

[Intro:]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don t trip
I ll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I won t hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don t trip
You gon make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you re whipped
Aww nigga don t trip
You gon get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga don t trip
Case you didn t know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don t trip

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin , bumpin Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin the east ain t enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin , and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin fake signs, I m rockin a lil charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I m in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
Where I m from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don t need niggas for support, I don t walk with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don t fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I ll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil 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

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