Adam Hawkins - Position of Power lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Ha ha ha! I told n***as not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack, I got money, I got money! Ha ha ha.. Aw n***a don't trip, I'll k** you if you f** with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aw n***a don't trip, you gon' make me get on some sh** Run up on you quick, wet up your whip Aw n***a don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-a** hit Runnin your lip, tryin to f** with my clique Aw n***a don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is It's 50 Cent b**h, G-Unit Aw n***a don't trip [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam' Murcielago, top down, n***a damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam Cruising, bumping Buck's sh**, Ruger in my hand Thinking the East ain't enough, it's time to expand I plan to head out West and plant my feet down A n***a big as King Kong in the street now I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib It's palm trees and pretty b**hes out in Cali kid I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel b**hes come and s** on some dick Mama'd turn in her grave if I married a white chick But Becky'll s** the chrome off a Chevy and sh** n***as be wearing fake shines, I'm rocking a lil' charm 30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm [Hook: 50 Cent] And if you hustle, for me I'll hustle harder I got what you need, them trees that hard that powder My n***as move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a 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 steez, they don't f** with me son You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun This is Ferrari F-50 sh**, it's real laid back Type sh** you recline to in the Maybachs I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz You get the same sh** for ten bodies you get from one cuz I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour Chrome and some wood grain You know a n***a still really tryin to move 'caine Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playing I'm up early with the birds, word, putting that work in Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, I'm making moves I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack Gonna see my j**eler so I can blow a stack [Hook]