If I Cant Lyrics by 50 Cent

If I Cant Lyrics

    Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

    [Hook: 50 Cent]
    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)

    [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 and dont rock 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 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)

    [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 sittin 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 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 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)

    [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 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 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 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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