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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePower Of The Dollar
[Talking]Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high thenThis shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga[Verse 1]Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot,choose oneSome get addicted, some do it for funBoy my hoes are clean, just like my gunsAnd I keep them in a safe place, just like my fundsI keep all my big bills, give my wifey the onesFrontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead sonNiggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the poundNYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shitFuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bitNiggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shitIt's all about the cash, keep it in a stashSome niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them likeglassPopo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the pastIf you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rashThis rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to lastFeel 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 cashCause for the money, niggas will murder that assI came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blastThe power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)[Verse 2]Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shotsI run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' dropsI'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hotCheck what I got, shorty got knockedComin' up out the capsule spotOn the uptown block, he couldn't run from the copsSo my man got shotIn a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib onhis blockI told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that assNiggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fastHeard the shot, went through his face after the glass, hecrashedHit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got lowfastThe kid who had it done was a crude fellaWho woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarellaWe ain't know them, but now we know betterNot to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a berettaHe won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green backBelieve 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 itParents warn their kids, about people like meI'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporterBefore I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greensLet it go back to Smith, I dissect itI check and correct it, flow perfectedI make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check itIf you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blastRespect a nigga cashMy smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heatFuck the police, handle beef on the streetOn a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM'sIf your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to himNiggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kidThey send their dogs to come get meThey wet shit, but they ain't hit meWord in the hood is 50, shiftyNiggas they don't want to go against meCause they know I hunt your ass alive[Chorus]
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