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 - 王俊傑
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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
CFC
Hahaha
FmFFmDm
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
F#m
I got money
EmBF#
I got money
E
Hahaha
F#m
Aww nigga don't trip
C#mC#C#m
I'll kill ya if you **** with my grip
F#mA
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
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
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
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
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
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曲解析
《Position Of Power》調性為 F# 小調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 F#m、C、F、Fm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
展現身處街頭頂端者，透過絕對的控制力與財富累積，鞏固自身權力地位的狂傲姿態。
主題
權力、金錢、街頭生存競爭與自我擴張。
情緒
傲慢、挑釁、強勢且充滿威脅感。
意象與手法
歌曲運用大量炫富意象（名車、珠寶、豪宅）與街頭暴力的隱喻，將「權力」具象化為對他人生死的支配權與經濟上的壟斷力。透過第一人稱的敘事，建立起一種不可撼動的領袖形象，並以快節奏的語氣強化戰鬥氣息。
重點句解讀
一、「Ｔｈｅｙ ｓｈｏｏｔ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｓａｙ ｓｈｏｏｔ， ｓｏ Ｉ＇ｍ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ ｏｆ ｐｏｗｅｒ」：這句話直接點出歌曲核心，權力的定義在於對暴力的絕對號召力，能支配他人的行動即是地位的象徵。
二、「Ｂｉｔｃｈ ｙｏｕ ｈｕｓｔｌｅ， ｂｕｔ ｍｅ Ｉ ｈｕｓｔｌｅ ｈａｒｄｅｒ」：以對比手法強調競爭中的優越感，將自身的奮鬥與他人區隔，顯示其在街頭生存遊戲中處於領先地位。
三、「Ｉ ｇｏｔ ａ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｍｉｌｌ ｆｒｏｍ ｍｕｓｉｃ， ａ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｇｒａｎｄ ｆｒｏｍ ｃｒａｃｋ」：將合法致富的音樂成就與非法獲利的街頭生意並列，展現主角在多重領域中皆能掌控資源的強大企圖心。
適合情境
展現強勢自信的心理建設、強調競爭意識的時刻，或作為充滿侵略性的派對背景音樂。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌展現了那個年代饒舌歌手獨有的張狂與自信，聽著節奏，彷彿能看見紐約街頭那種不容置疑的霸氣。歌詞裡描繪的並非只是單純的財富堆疊，而是一種在險惡環境中搏鬥出來的生存哲學。歌手將自己比作街頭的統治者，那種對於局勢的絕對掌控感，確實很有感染力。雖然文字內容充滿了侵略性，但作為一種音樂風格的展現，它精準捕捉了那種渴望向上攀爬、最終站在頂端俯瞰世界的狂野心境。
當你覺得生活遇到阻礙，或是需要一點強勢的態度來武裝自己時，這首歌或許能提供那種不服輸的能量。它雖然講述的是極端的街頭故事，但核心其實是對自我實力的絕對信任。聽著這些帶有強烈節奏感的字句，你會發現那不僅僅是關於物質的炫耀，更是一種對命運發出的宣告。即便環境再複雜，只要像歌詞裡那樣堅定目標，保持對局勢的判斷力，每個人都能在自己的領域裡找到屬於自己的位置。
歌曲冷知識
【魔鏡歌詞網・歌曲冷知識】
・歌詞以充滿自信的語氣描繪街頭生存法則，透過不斷重複的「別試探我」來建立高高在上的威懾力。
・歌中將自身在街頭的影響力比擬為電影巨獸金剛，展現出從紐約擴張至加州的野心與強勢姿態。
・透過對名車、珠寶與財富的細緻描寫，具象化地呈現了歌詞主題中那種掌握資源、發號施令的「權力位置」。
・節奏感強烈的韻腳設計，完美襯托出歌詞中對抗競爭對手與展現個人成就的狂傲氣場。