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 **** 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 **** with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent nigga, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, b***h 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 Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty b*****s out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b*****s come and suck on my d**k
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]
B***h 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 **** 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 **** 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 jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
B***h 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 **** around if you wanna
Position Of Power - 包威爾
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[00:00.00]作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Jonathan
[00:00.00]Hahaha
[00:02.46]I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
[00:05.40]Look at this stack
[00:06.75]I got money
[00:08.01]I got money
[00:09.57]Hahaha
[00:10.68][50 Cent]
[00:10.95]Aww nigga don't trip
[00:11.97]I'll kill ya if you **** with my grip
[00:13.83]I won't hesitate to let off a clip
[00:15.93]Aww nigga don't trip
[00:17.67]You gon' make me get on some shit
[00:19.41]Run up on you quick
[00:20.46]What up, you're whipped
[00:21.51]Aww nigga don't trip
[00:23.22]You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
[00:24.84]Run in ya whip tryna **** with my clique
[00:27.06]Aww nigga don't trip
[00:28.83]Case you didn't know who this is
[00:30.42]Its 50 Cent nigga, G-Unit
[00:32.55]Aww nigga don't trip
[00:32.82][Verse 1- 50 Cent]
[00:33.18]I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
[00:36.09]Murcielago, top down, b***h damn
[00:38.67]I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
[00:41.64]Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
[00:44.28]Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
[00:47.25]I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
[00:50.40]A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
[00:52.80]I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
[00:55.62]Its palm trees and pretty b*****s out in Cali kid
[00:58.41]I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
[01:01.32]Have some supermodel b*****s come and suck on my d**k
[01:03.96]My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
[01:06.84]But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
[01:09.78]Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
[01:12.48]Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
[01:15.18]Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[01:17.94][Chorus- 50 Cent]
[01:18.96]B***h you hustle, but me I hustle harder
[01:22.83]I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
[01:28.59]My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
[01:34.02]They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
[01:38.76]You **** around if you wanna
[01:40.17][Verse 2- 50 Cent]
[01:40.53]Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
[01:42.90]I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
[01:45.75]Niggas know my stage, they don't **** with me son
[01:48.30]You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
[01:51.18]This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
[01:54.45]Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
[01:57.15]I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
[01:59.79]You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
[02:02.70]I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
[02:07.38]You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
[02:10.26]Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
[02:13.11]I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
[02:15.72]Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
[02:18.54]I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
[02:22.59]Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[02:25.20][Chorus- 50 Cent]
[02:25.92]B***h you hustle, but me I hustle harder
[02:29.82]I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
[02:35.58]My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
[02:41.01]They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
[02:45.75]You **** around if you wanna
移調 原調
作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Jonathan
F#Bm
Hahaha
F#D#GD#G#m
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
C#mGm
Look at this stack
AAm
I got money
EmG
I got money
EEm
Hahaha
EEm
Aww nigga don't trip
AAmE
I'll kill ya if you **** with my grip
GEEm
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
BEm
Aww nigga don't trip
F#mAmF#m
You gon' make me get on some shit
G
Run up on you quick
EEm
What up, you're whipped
D#EmF#m
Aww nigga don't trip
E
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
GEm
Run in ya whip tryna **** with my clique
D#EF#m
Aww nigga don't trip
DEm
Case you didn't know who this is
GE
Its 50 Cent nigga, G-Unit
D#
Aww nigga don't trip
EmF#mEmG
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
EEm
Murcielago, top down, b***h damn
F#mBm
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
EF#mG
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
F#mAmF#mG
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
EEmDF#mD
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
AmF#mGE
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
AEEmD
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
F#mGEm
Its palm trees and pretty b*****s out in Cali kid
DEGmF#m
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
GEm
Have some supermodel b*****s come and suck on my d**k
EGA
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
DF#mGE
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
F#mFF#mD
Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
EGEEm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
D#EmDmF#mGm
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
GEmEFA
B***h you hustle, but me I hustle harder
AmFGEEmAAm
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
GmF#EAm
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
EGEAmEGF#m
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
AmGmG
You **** around if you wanna
EF#m
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
D#AD#m
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
F#EmBEm
Niggas know my stage, they don't **** with me son
BBmF#D#m
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
EmD#CmG
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
CmGmF#
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
GC#mC#
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
C
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
C#mC#C#m
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
C#
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
C#m
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
C#C#m
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
C#C#m
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 jeweler, so I can blow a stack
C#C#mC#EmA
B***h you hustle, but me I hustle harder
AmEBmEEmF#m
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
AmEAEEmADAAm
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
EGEAEEmAm
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
EGEAmED#AmDF#mGEAED#AmF#mGEDEG#mAFGEAmEGAmEGEDEAAmFBmEEmAAmF#mF#EAmEGEAmEEmAmGmGEF#mEAF#mFGEEmF#mFEAmEDmEAmEmF#mGC#mC#G#mBC#mAmC#mCEmGBmCmD
You **** around if you wanna
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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 A 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Position Of Power》調性為 A 大調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 E、G、Em、Am。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
展現黑幫文化中的權力地位與威脅語氣。
主題
透過金錢、武力與勢力象徵，描繪街頭權力結構中的霸權關係，並強調個人在幫派體系中的支配地位。
情緒
充滿侵略性與自負的強烈情緒，搭配威嚇語氣與重複節奏，營造出緊張對抗的氛圍。
意象與手法
以「錢財」（stack, money）、「武器」（ruger, clip）、「車輛」（Murcielago, Maybach）等物質符碼建構權力象徵，並透過重複句式（如「Aww nigga don't trip」）強化威懾效果，結合街頭文化中的幫派語言與暴力隱喻。
重點句解讀
1. 「I told niggas not to shoot dice with me」
原文短句暗示拒絕與對方在賭博或競爭中對抗，展現不容挑戰的態度，隱含「我掌握主動權」的權力結構。
2. 「My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour」
以「gee packs」（幫派）與「devour」（吞噬）比喻手下效忠且行動迅速，強調組織的戰鬥力與效率。
3. 「You around if you wanna」
直接警告對方若選擇挑衅，將面臨後果，體現權力者對威脅的零容忍。
適合情境
街頭文化討論、嘻哈音樂分析、或需表達個人主導權的對話場景。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。