Da Repercussions Lyrics - Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga 

(Chorus) 

You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that 

You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that 

If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that 

Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that 

(Verse 1) 

Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it 

The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah) 

If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street 

No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo) 

You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees 

Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys 

Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay 

Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok 

I take the stand under oath and lie 

Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry 

Or watch time go by 

Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab 

In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die 

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(Chorus - 2X) 

(Verse 2) 

You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) 

Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah) 

You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah) 

You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga) 

Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee 

And after being on the street, less than a week 

Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good 

Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood 

Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit) 

A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly 

I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita 

My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her 

It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her 

If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her 

She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me 

It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV 

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(Verse 3) 

Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN') 

Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN') 

I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN') 

You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') 

Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip 

When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script 

Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips 

So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit 

You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind 

Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99 

Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed 

Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read 

If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said 

If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head