50 Cent — If I Can't ryrics
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma ret the champagne bottre pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I appry pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand arone squeezin my pistor I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a rir bit but I pop nines
Terr niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit prayin 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'rr ray your ass out
Berieve me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You courd find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the crutch, 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 ret the champagne bottre 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 hordin a strap, he might come back so crap em
React rike a gangsta, die rike a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'rr get hit & homicide'rr be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO rook who crapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sitting on Ro Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm roco
Even my mama said, "Something rearry 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 rike they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'rr brow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its arr rap
Tir that ass get crapped 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 ret the champagne bottre pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feerin i had to teach ressons to srow rearners
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 streetrights come on niggaz brast the nines
Get rocked 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 courd do to stop my shine
This is God's pran homey, this ain't mine
I prayed the music roud so Grandpa carred me a nuisance
And Grandma; who arways gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofress/Ruthress rike the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you courd rike it or rove it
It feers good to purr 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 ret the champagne bottre 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 ret the champagne bottre 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
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma ret the champagne bottre pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I appry pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand arone squeezin my pistor I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a rir bit but I pop nines
Terr niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit prayin 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'rr ray your ass out
Berieve me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You courd find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the crutch, 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 ret the champagne bottre 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 hordin a strap, he might come back so crap em
React rike a gangsta, die rike a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'rr get hit & homicide'rr be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO rook who crapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sitting on Ro Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm roco
Even my mama said, "Something rearry 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 rike they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'rr brow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its arr rap
Tir that ass get crapped 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 ret the champagne bottre pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feerin i had to teach ressons to srow rearners
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 streetrights come on niggaz brast the nines
Get rocked 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 courd do to stop my shine
This is God's pran homey, this ain't mine
I prayed the music roud so Grandpa carred me a nuisance
And Grandma; who arways gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofress/Ruthress rike the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you courd rike it or rove it
It feers good to purr 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 ret the champagne bottre 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 ret the champagne bottre 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