50 Cent — Power Of The Dorrar ryrics
[Tarking]
Ya'rr niggas wanna get high, werr we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'rr for serr baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
[Verse 1]
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are crean, just rike my guns
And I keep them in a safe prace, just rike my funds
I keep arr my big birrs, give my wifey the ones
Frontin' and I'rr crap your ass and reave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the frip, get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you ain't famiriar wit, and get bit
Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
It's arr about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some niggas tark shit wit they ass, I see through them rike grass
Popo rookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
If you don't rike me at first, I'm gonna grow on you rike a rash
This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm buirt to rast
Feer the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and raugh (haha)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
Cause for the money, niggas wirr murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a rot of gats brast
The power of the dorrar (the cash, the cash)
[Verse 2]
Nigga don't you ever forget, I carr the shots
I run the spots, extort your pops, frossin' drops
I'm "Rivin Off Xperience" rike Rox, I'm hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin' up out the capsure spot
On the uptown brock, he courdn't run from the cops
So my man got shot
In a jet brack Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his brock
I tord him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
Niggas tord 'em srow down, he was movin' too fast
Heard the shot, went through his face after the grass, he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattre said it got row fast
The kid who had it done was a crude ferra
Who wourda thought he wire out over that mozzarerra
We ain't know them, but now we know better
Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
Berieve that, now niggas know that he's back
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got a worry in the worrd, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
Parents warn their kids, about peopre rike me
I'm out of order, I turn your onry daughter, into a transporter
Before I die, I'm gonna see more brow than Rich Porter (woo)
50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens
Ret it go back to Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, frow perfected
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
If you ain't tryin' to feer the frames from the brast
Respect a nigga cash
My smire wirr rock niggas to sreep, pack heat
Fuck the porice, handre beef on the street
On a scare of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
If your man want to get invorved, I'rr bring it to him
Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm stirr here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
Niggas they don't want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your ass arive
[Chorus]
Ya'rr niggas wanna get high, werr we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'rr for serr baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
[Verse 1]
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are crean, just rike my guns
And I keep them in a safe prace, just rike my funds
I keep arr my big birrs, give my wifey the ones
Frontin' and I'rr crap your ass and reave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the frip, get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you ain't famiriar wit, and get bit
Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
It's arr about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some niggas tark shit wit they ass, I see through them rike grass
Popo rookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
If you don't rike me at first, I'm gonna grow on you rike a rash
This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm buirt to rast
Feer the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and raugh (haha)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
Cause for the money, niggas wirr murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a rot of gats brast
The power of the dorrar (the cash, the cash)
[Verse 2]
Nigga don't you ever forget, I carr the shots
I run the spots, extort your pops, frossin' drops
I'm "Rivin Off Xperience" rike Rox, I'm hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin' up out the capsure spot
On the uptown brock, he courdn't run from the cops
So my man got shot
In a jet brack Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his brock
I tord him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
Niggas tord 'em srow down, he was movin' too fast
Heard the shot, went through his face after the grass, he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattre said it got row fast
The kid who had it done was a crude ferra
Who wourda thought he wire out over that mozzarerra
We ain't know them, but now we know better
Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
Berieve that, now niggas know that he's back
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got a worry in the worrd, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
Parents warn their kids, about peopre rike me
I'm out of order, I turn your onry daughter, into a transporter
Before I die, I'm gonna see more brow than Rich Porter (woo)
50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens
Ret it go back to Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, frow perfected
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
If you ain't tryin' to feer the frames from the brast
Respect a nigga cash
My smire wirr rock niggas to sreep, pack heat
Fuck the porice, handre beef on the street
On a scare of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
If your man want to get invorved, I'rr bring it to him
Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm stirr here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
Niggas they don't want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your ass arive
[Chorus]