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50 cent - power of the dollar lyrics

[talking]
ya’ll n-gg-s wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
this sh-t right here is drugs, ya’ll for sell baby
50 cent uh, take it how you wanna take it n-gg-

[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 -ss and leave you for dead son
n-gg-s who know me, know how i get down, i’m fresh out the pound
nypd crit the flip, get on some new york undercover sh-t
f-ck wit dogs you ain’t familiar wit, and get bit
n-gg-s scripted through the hit, for some paper and sh-t
it’s all about the cash, keep it in a stash
some n-gg-s talk sh-t wit they -ss, i see through them like gl-ss
popo lookin’ for me, for some sh-t i did in the past
if you don’t like me at first, i’m gonna grow on you like a rash
this rap sh-t, i got it in smash, i’m built to last
feel the wrath, i bust that -ss, sit back and laugh (haha)

[chorus: repeat 2x]
you don’t have to respect a n-gg-, but respect his cash
cause for the money, n-gg-s will murder that -ss
i came up fast, i watched a lot of gats blast
the power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)

[verse 2]
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s that cash, they murdered that -ss
n-gg-s told ’em slow down, he was movin’ too fast
heard the shot, went through his face after the gl-ss, he crashed
hit the three on his n-gg-s gr-ss, 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 f-ck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
he won’t hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
believe that, now n-gg-s 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 f-cked up for greens, i for greens
let it go back to smith, i dissect it
i check and correct it, flow perfected
i make sh-t hectic, i wreck sh-t, n-gg- check it
if you ain’t tryin’ to feel the flames from the blast
respect a n-gg- cash
my smile will rock n-gg-s to sleep, pack heat
f-ck 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
n-gg-s been wantin’ me dead, i’m still here kid
they send their dogs to come get me
they wet sh-t, but they ain’t hit me
word in the hood is 50, shifty
n-gg-s they don’t want to go against me
cause they know i hunt your -ss alive

[chorus]

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