Lyrics:
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
how to profit too
Sale the block like she Effie have you making power moves
I got that power like I'm 50
Don't include yo cents
I bring that force like
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
From different blocks
You know I don't fuck with you
But you cool with my opps
Nigga ain't nothing like me be the same
I can get to snitching on on your
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s
I pullin’ up, know you bitches don’t want it
Up in this club like we own it
See you in there actin’ phony
Tell your bitch
when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
[50 Cent
Cent's vest
From G-Unit, all I need is three unit's
Can't see me
But I'm the illest cat you seen do this
I be movin’ with disciples
And you a pre-Judas
'cause that sucker be gay
But I guess it don't matter
'bout Australia's gay shit
When it's gettin' taken over
By the fuckin' Asians
Yeah, uh huh you know
short her (No)
She wanna fuck with a rider (Rider)
I put the dope right inside her (Dope)
And she done sold four out of five of 'em
(Five of 'em)
Hop in
go (let's get it)
Nigga, I'm with you, hundred and fifty (ugh)
Nigga, it's us versus them for the city (woo)
Yeah, I know that you scared, you
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
Mars where I drove my brain yeah
Fuck yo bitch with no shame yeah
Suck up good to feed these Soccer field
Hunned fifty Hunned fifty Hunned fifty
mother fuckin' boyz
In the club tonight, we don't give a fuck
If we gotta run the fuckin' fight
Especially with them mother fuckin' boys over there
You
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
wife
I did it twice yeah I’m trife
I don’t give a fuck
I kill a nigga do life do life twice you
Do 2pac like I roll dice
Put your life on the line
Bet it
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
you dying bout?)
Stay down with the case, you know
Bumping ashes in the face of folks (fuck 'em, fuck 'em nigga)
I'm riding for the cause you know
50 on insta
Results of the life that I've lived
I don't give a fuck
I just rowl Em up
You can bet your life
It Still won't be enough
How you coming
pack for free
Told em' playas ain't played with
So bitch don't play with me
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them
when I flex
Cause I don't say shit to you clowns nor do I make sense l guess like blind text
Hold on
I'm coming for brains to dissect cause I seem to be
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