 [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 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 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, "What happened?"
OH NO look who clappin' wit the
FO'FO'
20 inch rims sittin on LOW-CHRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH 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 homie, this ain't
mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa
called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta
throw in her 2 cents
I'm the drop out who made more
more money than his teachers
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
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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