50 Cent - If I Can't lyrics

Yeah haha, yeah
Yeah

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)

I apply pressure to pussies
They stunt and I pop (yeah)
Stand alone 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 they money right
'cause I got mine (Uh, huh)
And I'm around, quit playing, nigga
You can't shine (Woo)
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 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)

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 (C'mon)
'Cause you'll get hit and
Homicide'll be asking, "What happened?"
Oh no, look who crept in with the 44
Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros
(Uh, huh)
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! (yeah) Motherfucker, what's good?
I'm waiting on niggas to act like
They don't know how to act (Uh, huh)
I had a sip of too much Jack
I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking it's all rap
Till 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
(Uh, huh) i'ma take it to the top
For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)

I invented how to teach
Lessons to slow learners go ahead, act up
Get smacked in the head with the burner
(Ahh) i don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga
You heard me? (yeah)
When the streetlights come on
Niggas blast the nines (Uh, huh)
Get locked up
They read books to pass the time (Woo)
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
There ain't nothing they could do
To stop my shine (Unh uh)
This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so
Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma always gotta throw
In her two cents
I'm the dropout who made more
Money than his teachers
Roofless like the Coupe
But I come with more features
I am what I am you can 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
(Haha) now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top (yeah)
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)

Uh huh i'ma make it hot
Dr dre aftermath
Shady haha