position of power lyrics – 50 cent

[intro:]
ha, ha,ha
i told n*gg*s not to shoot dice with me
look at this stack
i got money
i got money
ha, ha, ha

[50 cent:]
aww n*gg* don’t trip
i’ll kill you if you f*ck with my grip
i won’t hesitate to let off a clip
aww n*gg* don’t trip
you’re gonna make me get on some sh*t
run up on you quick
what’s up? you’re whipped
aww n*gg* don’t trip
you’re gonna get you monkey *ss h*t
run in you whip tryna f*ck with my clique
aww n*gg* don’t trip
case you didn’t know who this is
it’s 50 cent b*tch, g-unit
aww n*gg* don’t trip

[verse 1 – 50 cent:]
i come through your hood, stuntin’ in my yellow lam
murcielago, top down, n*gg* d*mn
i’m the biggest crook from new york since son of sam
cruisin’, b*mpin’ bugz sh*t, ruger in my hand
thinkin’ the east ain’t enough, it’s time to expand
i plan to head out west and plant my feet down
a n*gg* big as king kong in the street now
i do a little 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 suck on some d*ck
my mom turn in her grave if i married a white chick
but baby’ll suck the chrome off the chevy and sh*t
n*gg*s be wearin’ fake signs, i’m rockin’ a little charm
thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the don
crack open that cali bud, stuff the weed in the bong

[chorus – 50 cent:]
n*gg* you hustle, but me i hustle harder
i got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
my n*gg*s we gee packs, every hour 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*gg*s for support, i don’t walk with a crutch
n*gg*s know my stage, they don’t f*ck with me son
you got an appet*te for hollow-tips, i’ll feed you my gun
this is that ferrari f-50 sh*t, it’s real laid 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 ’cause
i live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
you know a n*gg* still really tryna move cane
make a little 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’m making moves)
i got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
goin’ to see my jeweler, so i can blow a stack

[chorus – 50 cent:]
n*gg* you hustle, but me i hustle harder
i got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
my n*gg*s we gee packs, every hour on the hour
they shoot when i say shoot, so i’m in the position of power
you f*ck around if you wanna

/ 50 cent lyrics