Corregir Letra Position of power de 50 Cent

Regresar a la letra Position of power de 50 Cent

El envío de correcciones solamente está disponible para usuarios autenticados. Debe autenticarse para poder realizarla.

Letra actual de la canción

[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 ?? loud gold 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 King 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 ***eler, 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

Letra nueva de la canción