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 - 范逸臣
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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
EC#mCG
Hahaha
F#BC#mD#mAm
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
EDGm
Look at this stack
GDm
I got money
A
I got money
F#mB
Hahaha
Aww nigga don't trip
C#m
I'll kill ya if you **** with my grip
DA
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
DDm
Aww nigga don't trip
A
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
E
What up, you're whipped
A
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
EF#mA
Run in ya whip tryna **** with my clique
F#m
Aww nigga don't trip
DE
Case you didn't know who this is
C#m
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 A 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 E、A、C#m、D。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
歌詞描寫主角在黑幫世界中確立權力地位，並警告敵對者勿輕舉妄動。
主題
權力鬥爭、生存威脅、個人主義與勢力擴張。
情緒
充滿攻擊性、自負、威脅感，並夾雜對金錢與地位的貪婪與驕傲。
意象與手法
運用槍枝、毒品、豪華車輛、財富等黑幫符碼建構權力象徵，透過誇張比喻（如「big as King Kong」）強化個人威脅性，並以直接對話形式展現對抗氛圍。
重點句解讀
1. 「I told niggas not to shoot dice with me」
原文直譯為「我告訴混混別跟我玩賭博」，隱喻拒絕與敵對者較量，並暗示自身勢力不容挑戰。
2. 「My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour」
「gee packs」為俚語指「幫派」，歌詞強調手下聽命行事，象徵絕對控制力與集體行動力。
3. 「You around if you wanna」
直接威脅對方若不自量力，將招致嚴重後果，展現極度自信與危險氛圍。
適合情境
面對競爭對手時展現強硬態度，或在需要強調個人權威與掌控力的場合。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌呈現了強烈的街頭生存法則與野心，音樂節奏帶著那種美式嘻哈獨有的沈穩與壓迫感。歌詞描繪了一種極度自信、甚至近乎狂妄的姿態，像是站在權力頂端俯瞰這一切的掠食者。聽著那冷靜卻充滿威脅性的語氣，會發現裡頭其實藏著一種對成功極度渴望的焦慮，那種必須時刻武裝自己、確保沒人能動搖地位的緊繃，在節奏中展露無遺。
說實話，這不是那種適合在辦公室或是溫馨午後聽的歌，它更像是在深夜開車、或是需要給自己打氣、強調意志力的時候，能讓人瞬間進入那種無所畏懼、準備好迎接挑戰的戰鬥狀態。雖然這張專輯的風格與我們熟知的華語情歌大相徑庭，但那種對生活的強勢掌控，其實也是一種對自我價值極致的追求。如果你喜歡帶有侵略性節奏、想感受那種全然自信的音樂氛圍，這首歌絕對能讓你找到一種獨特的共鳴。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞以強烈的街頭視角出發，透過描述奢華名車與槍械的對比，勾勒出獨特的權力地位。
・副歌運用層層遞進的排比，強調自身比他人更努力的競爭意識，並將掌控全局的自信轉化為核心主題。
・文中巧妙結合加州棕櫚樹、好萊塢影視與紐約街頭文化，展現了從東岸擴展至西岸的野心與版圖。
・全曲節奏鮮明且充滿侵略性，適合在需要展現強大氣場與自我激勵的場景中聆聽。