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Song Lyrics
If I Can t lyrics
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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
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, it 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 Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, 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, it 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 homey, 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/Ruthless 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, it 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, it 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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