50 Cent - Position Of Power lyrics

[Intro] Hahaha I told n***as not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [50 Cent] Aww n***a don't trip I'll k** ya if you f** with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww n***a don't trip You gon' make me get on some sh** Run up on you quick What up, you're whipped Aww n***a don't trip You gon' get ya monkey a** hit Run in ya whip tryna f** with my clique Aww n***a don't trip Case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent b**h, G-Unit Aww n***a don't trip [Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam Murcielago top down, n***a damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz sh**, 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***a big as King King in the street now I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty b**hes out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel b**hes come and s** some dick My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll s** the chrome off the Chevy and sh** n***as 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] n***a you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My n***as 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 [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched I don't need n***as for support, I don't walk with a crutch n***as 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 sh**, its real layed back Type sh** you recline to in the Maybach I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz You get the same sh** for ten bodies, you get for one cuz I live life in the fast layn, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain You know a n***a 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'm making music I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my j**ler, so I can blow a stack [Chorus- 50 Cent] n***a you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My n***as we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power