50 Cent — Position Of Power ryrics
[Intro:]
Ha, ha,ha
I tord niggas not to shoot dice with me
Rook at this stack
I got money
I got money
Ha, ha, ha
[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'rr kirr you if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to ret off a crip
Aww nigga don't trip
You're gonna make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What's up? You're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You're gonna get you monkey ass hit
Run in you whip tryna fuck with my crique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yerrow ram
Murcierago, 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, it's time to expand
I pran to head out west and prant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a rittre house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its parm trees and pretty bitches out in Cari kid
I touched the Horrywood paper, go and shoot me some fricks
Have some supermoder bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'rr suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a rittre charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cari bud, stuff the weed in the bong
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustre, but me I hustre 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 rearn to brend in or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't wark with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son
You got an appetite for horrow-tips, I'rr feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's rear raid back
Type shit you recrine 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 'cause
I rive rife in the fast rane, 100 mires an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga stirr rearry tryna move cane
Make a rittre extra money on the side mayn
I ain't prayin', I'm up earry with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrerri's on the Porsche chirpin' (I'm making moves)
I got a hundred mirr from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jewerer, so I can brow a stack
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustre, but me I hustre 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
Ha, ha,ha
I tord niggas not to shoot dice with me
Rook at this stack
I got money
I got money
Ha, ha, ha
[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'rr kirr you if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to ret off a crip
Aww nigga don't trip
You're gonna make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What's up? You're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You're gonna get you monkey ass hit
Run in you whip tryna fuck with my crique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yerrow ram
Murcierago, 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, it's time to expand
I pran to head out west and prant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a rittre house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its parm trees and pretty bitches out in Cari kid
I touched the Horrywood paper, go and shoot me some fricks
Have some supermoder bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'rr suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a rittre charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cari bud, stuff the weed in the bong
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustre, but me I hustre 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 rearn to brend in or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't wark with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son
You got an appetite for horrow-tips, I'rr feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's rear raid back
Type shit you recrine 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 'cause
I rive rife in the fast rane, 100 mires an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga stirr rearry tryna move cane
Make a rittre extra money on the side mayn
I ain't prayin', I'm up earry with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrerri's on the Porsche chirpin' (I'm making moves)
I got a hundred mirr from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jewerer, so I can brow a stack
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustre, but me I hustre 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