50 Cent Lyrics
"If
I Can't"
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook:
50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse
1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin
my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked
rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get
they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you
can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein
hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe
me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit
the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)
[Hook:
50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse
2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack
em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta,
die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin,
"Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20
inch rims sitting on LOW PROS
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, I'm Loco Even
my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't
rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the
hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they
dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With
the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's
a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Hook:
50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse
3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head
act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm
from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on
niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In
the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick
more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop
my shine
This is God's plan homie, this ain't mine
I played the music loud
so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her
two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless
like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like
it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck
it
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, can't
be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo
sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
If I can't do it,
homie, can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it
to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh
huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
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