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 - 虎二
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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
A
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
C#m
Look at this stack
E
I got money
AF#m
I got money
E
Hahaha
F
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you **** with my grip
C
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
E
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
A
What up, you're whipped
AmA
Aww nigga don't trip
C#m
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
F#BmE
Run in ya whip tryna **** with my clique
AC#m
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
F#mBmD
Its 50 Cent nigga, G-Unit
Bm
Aww nigga don't trip
ABm
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
EmE
Murcielago, top down, b***h damn
C#mAE
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
AC#mA
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
C#mF#mA
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
F#mEmA
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
BmA
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
C#mF#mAF#m
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
GGmE
Its palm trees and pretty b*****s out in Cali kid
AE
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
A
Have some supermodel b*****s come and suck on my d**k
AmAC#m
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
F#m
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
C#m
Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
DA
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
F#F#mBmE
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
A
B***h you hustle, but me I hustle harder
AmEC#mF#F#m
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
AC#mAD
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
C#mF#mBmEm
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
E
You **** around if you wanna
EmAmA
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
C#mA
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
F#m
Niggas know my stage, they don't **** with me son
C#m
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
DC#m
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
F#mBm
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
E
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
CF#mAm
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
AC#mF#m
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
C#m
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
AD
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
GC#mF#mA
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
G
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
EmACEEm
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
C#mAAmA
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
C#mF#m
B***h you hustle, but me I hustle harder
C#mAF#mC#mDA
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
C#mF#mBmEGE
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
C#mAAmC#m
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
F#mC#mF#mADC#mF#mBmGEmEDAC#F#mC#mEC#mEDABmF#mC#mEBD#mEAAmEC#mEF#mAC#mAEmADC#mF#F#mAF#mABmECGAC#mC#F#mC#mADAF#mBmEmEEmEAmAC#mF#mBA
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 92 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 A、C#m、F#m、E。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強勢語氣展現黑幫權力與財富象徵，描繪街頭生存的霸權意識。
主題
權力鬥爭、財富象徵、街頭文化與個人威權。
情緒
自信、威脅、誇耀、冷靜的侵略性。
意象與手法
運用槍枝、金錢、豪華車輛、毒品等街頭文化符碼，搭配重複句式與誇張比喻（如「big as King Kong」），強化支配地位與生存競賽的緊張感。
重點句解讀
1. 「I got money」
直述財富積累，象徵從底層崛起的經濟實力，與「hustle harder」形成對比，凸顯競爭意識。
2. 「They shoot when I say shoot」
揭露權力結構的絕對控制，將同夥轉化為執行命令的工具，體現黑幫組織的服從關係。
3. 「My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick」
透過家庭價值觀的衝突，暗示角色對傳統規範的反叛，以及對社會期待的漠視。
4. 「Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand」
車輛與武器的並置，將遊蕩行為轉化為威懾力量，展現街頭生存的雙重性。
適合情境
商業競爭對決、街頭文化慶典、個人奮鬥宣言、黑幫題材影視配樂。
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）。