50 Cent Lyrics

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If I Can't (Clean Version) Lyrics

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Chorus]

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)

I apply pressure to -- that stuntin' I pop

Stand alone -- 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 --

Tell --, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine

And I'm around quit playin -- you can't shine

You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk

After bein hit by the --, is that what you want?

Be easy --, I'll lay your -- out

Believe me --, thats whut I'm about, gangsta

You could find a -- sittin on chrome

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Chorus]

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)

I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em

You holdin a --, he might come back so -- 'em

React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin

Cuz you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin, "What happened?"

(On no), look who clapped 'em with the --

20 inch rims sitting on (low pro's)

Eastside, Westside -- (Oh no, no go)

Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain

-- 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! -- what's good?

I'm waitin on -- to act like they don't know how to act

I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll --

With the --, thinkin it's all rap

Til that -- and Doc say "It's a wrap"

[Dr. Dre] It's a wrap

[Chorus]

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)

I been feelin I had to teach lessons to slow learners

Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the --

I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty

I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, -- ya'heard me?

When streetlights come on --

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

-- on my -- more than my --, I stay on they mind

They ain't 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 and think nothin' of it

[Chorus]

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)

[Chorus]

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