Текст песни 50 Cent - Position Of Power

[Intro]
Ha ha ha! I told n*ggaz not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!!
Ha ha ha..

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Ahh n*gga don't trip, I'll kill you if you f*ck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Ahh n*gga don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Ahh n*gga don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
Runnin your lip, tryin to f*ck with my clique
Ahh n*gga don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent b*tch, G-Unit
Ahh n*gga don't trip

[50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin in my yellow Lamb'
Murciélago, top down, n*gga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam
Cruisin, bumpin Buck's shit, 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*gga big as King-Kong in the street now
I do a little house shoppin, and buy me a crib
It's palm trees and pretty b*tches out in Cali kid
I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b*tches come and suck on some dick
Mama'll turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off a Chevy an' shit
N*ggaz be wearin fake shines, I'm rockin 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

[Chorus: 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*ggaz move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
You f*ck around if you wanna

[50 Cent]
Where I'm from you learn to blend in or get touched
I don't need n*ggaz for support, I don't walk with a crutch
N*ggaz know my steez, they don't f*ck with me son
You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun
This is Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for 10 bodies you get from one cuz
I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour
Chrome and some woodgrain
You know a n*gga still really tryin to move 'caine
Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playin
I'm up early with the bird's word, puttin that work in
Pirellis on the porch chirpin, I'm makin moves
I got a hundred mill' from music, a hundred grand from crack
I'm goin to see my jeweler so I can blow a stack

[Chorus]