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[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 but Run rocked 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, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO FO 20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros Eastside, Westside niggaz know, 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 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 cents 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 & 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)
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