If I Can't

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea If I can't do it, homey, 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 that stunting I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and don't rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine And I'm around quit playing nigga you can't shine You goin' 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 & I'm gone (Yea!) If I can't do it, homey, 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 em You holding a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for acting 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the fo' fo' 20 inch rims sitting chrome! Eastside, Westside niggas OH NO, NO GO 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! We get it popping in the hood G-UNIT! Motherfucker whats good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinking its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) If I can't do it, homey, 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 been feeling I had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya heard me? When streetlights come on niggas 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 Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They ain't nothing 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 cent I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers Roofless 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 nothing of it Fuck it If I can't do it, homey, 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, homey, 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) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha