If I Can't 50 Cent текст и слова песни

Yea, ha ha, yea..........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)


[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 and dont rock 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, 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)


[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 VOLVO

20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME

Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO

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, 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)


[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 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 & think nothin of it

Fuck it


[hook - 50 Cent]

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, ha ha