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50 cent - if i can't lyrics

[hook]
if i can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done
now i’mma let the champagne bottle pop
i’mma take it to the top
for sure i’mma make it hot, baby

[verse 1]
i apply pressure to p-ss-es that stunting i pop
stand alone squeezing my pistol, i’m sure that i gotta
now peter piper picked peppers and run rocked rhymes
i’m 50 cent, i write a little bit, but i pop 9’s
tell n-gg-s get they money right, ‘cause i got mine
and i’m around, quit playing, n-gg-, you can’t shine
you gon’ be that next chump to end up in the trunk
after being hit by the pump – is that what you want?
be easy, n-gg-, i’ll lay your -ss out
believe me, n-gg-, that’s what i’m about, gangsta
you could find a n-gg- sitting on chrome
hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and i’m gone

[hook]
if i can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done
now i’mma let the champagne bottle pop
i’mma take it to the top
for sure i’mma make it hot, baby

[verse 2]
i’m down for the action, he smart wit’ his mouth so smack him
you holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him
react like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin’
‘cause you’ll get hit and homicide’ll be asking what happened
oh no, look who clapped ’em with the .44
20 inch rims sitting on low-pro’s
eastside, westside, n-gg-s know, yo, i’m loco
even my mama said something really wrong with my brain
n-gg-s 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 – motherf-cker, what’s good?
i’m waiting on n-gg-s 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 mac, thinking it’s all rap, ’til that -ss get clapped and doc say, “it’s a wrap” (it’s a wrap, n-gg-!)

[hook]
if i can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done
now i’mma let the champagne bottle pop
i’mma take it to the top
for sure i’mma make it hot, baby

[verse 3]
i invented how 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, n-gg-, ya heard me?
when streetlights come on n-gg-s blast the 9’s
get locked up, they read books to p-ss the time
in the game there’s ups and downs so i stay on the grind
n-gg-s on my d-ck more than my b-tch, i stay on they mind
there ain’t nothing 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 two cents
i’m the drop-out who made 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 blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, f-ck it!

[hook]
if i can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done
now i’mma let the champagne bottle pop
i’mma take it to the top
for sure i’mma make it hot, baby

- 50 cent lyrics

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