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50 Cent - If I Can't

Author And Composer: Andre Young, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo and Theron Feemster

Intro:

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

They stunt and I pop

Stand above 'em squeezing my pistol

I'm sure that I got 'em (uh-huh)‎

Now, Peter Piper picked peppers

And run rocked rhymes

I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit

But I pop nines (brrat)‎

Tell niggas "Get the money

Right" 'cause I got mine (uh-huh)‎

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

Ass 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 him (woo)

You holding a strap

He might come back,

So clap him (yeah)‎

React like a gangsta

Or die like a gangsta

For acting (come one)

'Cause you'll get hit and

Homicide'll be asking

"What happened?"‎

Oh no, look who crept in

With the .44

20-inch rims sitting on low-pro's

Eastside, Westside, niggas know

Yo, I'm loco (yeah)‎

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 (yeah)‎

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"

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 (ah)‎

I don't fight fair,

I'm dirty, dirty

I'm from Southside Jamaica

Queens, nigga, ya heard me? (Yeah)‎

When streetlights come on

Niggas blast the nines (uh-huh)‎

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 (uh-uh)‎

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 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

Bridge:

x2

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

Ending:

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