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Les paroles de Power Of The Dollar
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Power Of The Dollar (1999) | | Titre: | Power Of The Dollar | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 305 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Talking]
Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs,
ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
[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 ass and leave you for dead
son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the flip, get on
some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
Niggas scripted
through the hit, for some paper and shit
It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some niggas
talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in
the past
If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
This rap shit, I got it
in smash, I'm built to last
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
[Chorus:
repeat 2X]
You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
Cause for the money, niggas
will murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
The power of the dollar (the
cash, the cash)
[Verse 2]
Nigga 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 niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too
fast
Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas
grass, 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 fuck
with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green
back
Believe that, now niggas 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 fucked up for greens, I for greens
Let it go back to
Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, flow perfected
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga
check it
If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast
Respect a nigga cash
My smile will
rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
Fuck 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
Niggas been wantin' me
dead, I'm still here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit, but they ain't hit
me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
Niggas they don't want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt
your ass alive
[Chorus] | | | |
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