| Ha ha ha! |
| I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
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| Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
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| Ha ha ha.
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| Aw nigga don’t trip, I’ll kill you if you fuck with my grip
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| I won’t hesitate to let off a clip
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| Aw nigga don’t trip, you gon' make me get on some shit
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| Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
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| Aw nigga don’t trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
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| Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique
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| Aw nigga don’t trip, in case you didn’t know who this is
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| It’s 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
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| Aw nigga don’t trip
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| I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
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| Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
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| I’m the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam
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| Cruising, bumping Buck’s shit, Ruger in my hand
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| Thinking the East ain’t enough, it’s time to expand
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| I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
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| A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
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| I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib
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| It’s palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
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| I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
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| Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
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| Mama’d turn in her grave if I married a white chick
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| But Becky’ll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit
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| Niggas be wearing fake shines, I’m rocking a lil' charm
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| 30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
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| Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm
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| Nigga you hustle, but me I’ll hustle harder
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| I got what you need; |
| them trees, that hard, that powder
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| My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
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| They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in a position of power
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| You fuck around if you wanna
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| Where I’m from you learn to blend in or get touched
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| I don’t need niggas for support, I don’t walk with a crutch
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| Niggas know my steez, they don’t fuck with me son
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| You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun
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| This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it’s real laid back
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| Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
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| I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
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| You get the same shit for ten bodies you get from one cuz
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| I live life in the fast lane; |
| hundred miles an hour
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| Chrome and some wood grain
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| You know a nigga still really tryin to move 'caine
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| Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain’t playing
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| I’m up early with the birds, word, putting that work in
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| Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, I’m making moves
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| I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack
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| Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack
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| Nigga you hustle, but me I’ll hustle harder
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| I got what you need; |
| them trees, that hard, that powder
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| My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
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| They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in a position of power
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| You fuck around if you wanna |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Position Of Power , by - 50 Cent. Song from the album The Massacre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп