50 Cent

Position Of Power

The Massacre, 3m 12sec

Position Of Power
  • Position Of Power


50 Cent

I told n****s not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money

Aww n**** don't trip
I'll kill ya if you f*** with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww n**** don't trip

You gon' make me get on some s***
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww n**** don't trip

You gon' get ya monkey a** hit
Run in ya whip tryna f*** with my clique
Aww n**** don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is

It's 50 Cent b****, G-Unit
Aww n**** don't trip

I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
Murcielago top down, n**** damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz s***, 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**** big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib

It's palm trees and pretty b****es out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b****es come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick

But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and s***
N****s 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

N**** you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n****s we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f*** around if you wanna

Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need n****s for support, I don't walk with a crutch
N****s know my stage, they don't f*** with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun

This is that ferrari F-50 s***, its real laid back
Type s*** you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s*** for ten bodies, you get for one 'cause

I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a n**** 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, pirrellis on the Porsche chirpin'
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack


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