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Les paroles de Position Of Power:
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | The Massacre (2005) | | Titre: | Position Of Power | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 462 fois | | | | Paroles: | [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 baby'll 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 we gee packs, devour 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 suiters 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 got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, 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 we gee packs, devour 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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