50 Cent - Power Of The Dollar lyrics

[Talking] Ya'll n***as wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This sh** right here is d**, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it n***a [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 clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin' and I'll clap your a** and leave you for dead son n***as who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover sh** f** wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit n***as scripted through the hit, for some paper and sh** It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash Some n***as talk sh** wit they a**, I see through them like gla** Popo lookin' for me, for some sh** I did in the past If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash This rap sh**, I got it in smash, I'm built to last Feel the wrath, I bust that a**, sit back and laugh (haha) [Chorus: repeat 2X] You don't have to respect a n***a, but respect his cash Cause for the money, n***as will murder that a** I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash) [Verse 2] n***a don't you ever forget, I call the shots I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot Check what I got, shorty got knocked Comin' up out the capsule spot On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops So my man got shot In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block I told him get them n***as that cash, they murdered that a** n***as told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast Heard the shot, went through his face after the gla**, he crashed Hit the three on his n***as gra**, the cattle said it got low fast The kid who had it done was a crude fella Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella We ain't know them, but now we know better Not to f** with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back Believe that, now n***as know that he's back [Chorus] [Verse 3] I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it Parents warn their kids, about people like me I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo) 50 Cent, don't get it f**ed up for greens, I for greens Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make sh** hectic, I wreck sh**, n***a check it If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast Respect a n***a cash My smile will rock n***as to sleep, pack heat f** the police, handle beef on the street On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him n***as been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet sh**, but they ain't hit me Word in the hood is 50, shifty n***as they don't want to go against me Cause they know I hunt your a** alive [Chorus]