เนื้อเพลง Position of Power - 50 Cent

[Intro]
Hahaha
I told n*ggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent]
Aww n*gga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you f*ck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww n*gga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some sh*t
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww n*gga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f*ck with my clique
Aww n*gga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent b*tch, G-Unit
Aww n*gga don't trip

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
?? loud gold top down, n*gga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz sh*t, 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 n*gga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty b*tches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b*tches come and s*ck on my d*ck
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll s*ck the chrome off the Chevy and sh*t
n*ggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
n*gga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n*ggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the Position of Power
You f*ck 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*ggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
n*ggas know my stage, they don't f*ck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 sh*t, its real layed back
Type sh*t you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same sh*t 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 n*gga 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 got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
n*gga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n*ggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f*ck around if you wanna