If I Can't

50 Cent·Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

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If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top, for sure I'ma make it hot, baby I apply pressure to pussies that stunting I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines Tell niggas "Get the money right" 'cause I got mine And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump, is that what you want? Be easy, nigga, I'll lay your as- out Believe me, nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top, for sure I'ma make it hot, baby I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em You holding a strap, he might come back so clap 'em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin' 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking "What happened?" Oh no, look who clapped 'em with the 44 20 inch rims sitting on low-pro's Eastside, westside, niggas know, yo, I'm loco Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-unit, we get it popping in the hood G-unit, motherfucker, what's good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the Mac, thinking it's all rap 'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top, for sure I'ma make it hot, baby I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go 'head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty I'm from southside Jamaica, queens, nigga, ya heard me? When streetlights come on niggas blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's ups and downs so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They ain't nothing 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 what I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it fuck it If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top, for sure I'ma make it hot, baby, baby If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top, for sure I'ma make it hot, baby, baby Ah ha! I'ma make it hot Dr Dre Aftermath Shady Ha ha

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