If I Cant

50 Cent

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    Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

    If I can't do well, homey, 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)

    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 don't rock rhymes
    I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit, but I pop nines
    Tell niggaz: Get they 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 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 (yeah!)

    If I can't do well, homey, 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)

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    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 acting
    'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking: What happened?
    Oh no look who clapped em with the fo'fo'
    20-inch rims sitting chro-chrome
    Eastside, Westside niggaz oh no, no go
    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 popping in the hood
    G-Unit! Muthafucka what's good?
    I'm waiting on niggaz 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 Mack, thinking its all rap
    Till that ass get clapped and doc say: It's a wrap

    (It's a wrap, nigga)

    If I can't do well, homey, 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)

    I been feeling I had 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 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 ain't nothing 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 a 100 percent
    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 what I am, you could like it or love it
    It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothing of it
    Fuck it

    If I can't do well, homey, 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 well, homey, 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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    Composición: Dr Dre, Elizondo Mike, 50 Cent y Feemstro

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