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  • Текст песни 50 Cent - Position Of Power

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    (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 my dick
    My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
    But Becky is suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
    niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
    s 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 heart, that powder
    My niggas more gee packs, devore 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 layed back

    Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
    I got two shooters 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 make a move, I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
    Goin' to see my jewlers, 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 move gee packs, devore 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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