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cent – if i can’t lyrics

yea, yeah
yeah

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 p-ss-es that stuntin’ i pop
stand alone squeezin’ 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 n-gg-z, “get they money right”, ‘cuz i got mine
and i’m around quit playin’ n-gg- 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 n-gg-
i’ll lay your -ss out
believe me n-gg-
that’s whut i’m about
gangsta
you could find a n-gg- sittin’ on chrome
hit the clutch, hit the gear
hit the gas and i’m gone, yeah

if i can’t do, homie, 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 strap, he might come back so clap ’em
react like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin’
‘cuz you’ll get hit and homicide’ll be askin’, “whut happened?”
oh no, look who clapped ’em with the volvo
20 inch rims sittin’ chro-chrome
eastside, westside n-gg-z, oh no, no go

even my mama said, “something really wrong with my brain”
n-gg-z don’t rob me they know i’m down to die for my chain
g-unit, yeah, we get it poppin’ in the hood
g-unit, yeah, m-th-f-cka whut’s good?
i’m waitin’ on n-gg-z 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, thinkin’ it’s all rap
till that -ss get clapped and doc say, “it’s a wrap”
it’s a wrap, n-gg-

if i can’t do it, homie, 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 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-z blast the nines
get locked up, they read books to p-ss the time
in the game there’s up’s and down’s, so i stay on the grind
n-gg-z on my d-ck more than my b-tch, 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 gotsta put in her two cents
i’m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
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
f-ck it

if i can’t do, homie, 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, 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

- cent lyrics

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