50 CENT LYRICS

"If I Can`t"

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


[Thanks to papasmurfX5@hotmail.com, baggedbri@hotmail.com, sleepyman182@aim.com, g_unit_sulja@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]