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Published : April 02, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Power Of The
Dollar"
[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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