50 Cent If I Cant

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea



[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done

Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop

Ima take it to the top

Fo sho Ima make it hot, baby (baby)



[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop

Stand alone squeezin my pistol Im sure that I gotta

Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes

Im 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines

Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine

And Im around quit playin nigga you cant 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, Ill lay your ass out

Believe me nigga, thats whut Im about, gangsta

You could find a nigga sittin on chrome

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & Im gone (Yea!)



[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done

Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop

Ima take it to the top

Fo sho Ima make it hot, baby (baby)



[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]

Im 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 youll get hit & homicidell be askin, "Whut happened?"

OH NO look who clapped em with the FOFO

20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros

Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, im loco

Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"

Niggaz dont rob me they know Im down to die for my chain

G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood

G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?

Im waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act

I had a sip of too much Jack, Ill blow em off the map

With the mack, thinkin its all rap

Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "Its a wrap"



(Its a wrap, nigga)



[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done

Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop

Ima take it to the top

Fo sho Ima 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, Im dirty-dirty

Im from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga yaheard me?

When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines

Get locked up, they read books to pass the time

In the game theres ups and downs, 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 Gods plan homey, this aint mine

I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance

And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents

Im 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 cant do it, homie, it cant be done

Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop

Ima take it to the top

Fo sho Ima make it hot, baby (baby)



If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done

Now Ima let the champagne bottle pop

Ima take it to the top

Fo sho Ima make it hot, baby (baby)



Uh huh, hood make it hot

Dr Dre, Aftermath

Shady, ha ha
[ If I Cant Lyrics ]