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Song Lyrics 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 Song Lyrics