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Position Of Power by 50 Cent
[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 
Thirty karrots 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, every 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 heart, that powder 
My niggas move gee packs, every 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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