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Power Of The Dollar Lyrics - Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

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) 

 

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(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 

 

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(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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