ฟังเพลงPosition Of Power

Hahaha

I told niggas not to shoot dice with me

Look at this stack

I got money

I got money

Hahaha

Aww ni**a don't trip

I'll kill ya if you f**k with my grip

I won't hesitate to let off a clip

Aww ni**a don't trip

You gon' make me get on some sh*t

Run up on you quick

What up you're whipped

Aww ni**a don't trip

You gon' get ya monkey a** hit

Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique

Aww ni**a don't trip

Case you didn't know who this is

Its 50 Cent b**ch G-Unit

Aww ni**a don't trip

I come through your hood stuntin' in my yellow lam

Murcielago top down ni**a damn

I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam

Cruisin' bumpin' Bugz sh*t 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 ni**a big as King Kong in the street now

I do a lil house shoppin' and buy me a crib

Its palm trees and pretty b**ches out in Cali kid

I touched the Hollywood paper go and shoot me some flicks

Have some supermodel b**ches come and suck on some dick

My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick

But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and sh*t

Niggas be wearin' fake signs I'm rockin' a lil charm

Thirty carrots on the pinky kiss the ring on the Don

Crack open that Cali bud stuff the weight in the bomb

Ni**a you hustle but me I hustle harder

I got what you need them trees that hard that powder

My niggas we gee packs every hour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot so I'm in the position of power

You f**k around if you wanna

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 f**k with me son

You got an appetite for hollow-tips I'll feed you my gun

This is that Ferrari F-50 sh*t its real laid back

Type sh*t you recline to in the Maybach

I got two suiters now on the run from the fuzz

You get the same sh*t 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 ni**a 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'm making moves）

I got a hundred mill from music a hundred grand from crack

Goin' to see my jeweler so I can blow a stack

Ni**a you hustle but me I hustle harder

I got what you need them trees that hard that powder

My niggas we gee packs every hour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot so I'm in the position of power

You f**k around if you wanna