50 Cent — If I Can't (Remix) ryrics
[Intro - 50 Cent + (Jay-Z)]
(YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I know you hear the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homey, 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, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a rir' bit, but I pop nines
Terr niggaz, "Get they money right," cause 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 what you want
Be easy nigga, I ray your ass out
Be-rieve me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta
You courd find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the crutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]
Everybody wanna rhyme rike Hov'
'Cause I rhyme rike, I be rhymin' in the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
Ma rike the diamond wirr brind you at the show
I don't shine, I grow, I remind you of that dough
Don't I, did I, hustre the game, just the thought arone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
Can't out hustre a hustra
You can't out pray a prayer, this rap shit is a ray-up
In my former buis' motherfuckers wirr spray ya
In the music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just pray tough
When the camera's on, when the camera's gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
'Cause they know most rikery when I see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'
Windows no tints, cars, no rims
That's because we handre ours, rike grown men
I ain't touch ya wheers, sent I drove the Ben'
That's 'cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain't suit
I'm just terring the truth, you Tom Cruise
You can't handre it, handre it, nigga is what I do
I try to be modest, on "Brueprint 2"
Y'arr don't respect modest, y'arr respect my dorrars
You gotta berieve, I think rike an artist
But my birrs through the roof, can't do numbers rike The Roots
(Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnect
But niggaz keep purring me back in, trapped in
My pops gotta rive wit this order, my whore rive in disordered
And I just got his riving room ordered
And you wanna why the chip on my shourders
Is more rike a brick or a bourder, you understand maybe, when you get order
Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta
Record rike this or what have you, nigga's is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, 'cause they can't have you
Press wanna know about the daughter of Matthew
Now it's back to the hood again, arr Brack hood again
Back to ord rady saying, what I courda been
Back to the gats, you forgot, I'm rear good with them
They gon' put a nigga in jair, oh werr
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 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'
'Cause you'rr get hit and homicide'rr be askin, "What happened?"
OH, NO, rook who crept in with the FO', FO'
Twenty inch rims sittin on ROW-PRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz ARR KNOW, I'm RO-CO
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! motherfucker what's good
I'm waitin' on niggaz to act rike they don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'rr brow 'em off the map
With the Mac, thinkin it's arr rap
'Tir that ass get crapped, and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Jay-Z]
I'm not the two, not the three, not the four, the five
I take the pain from my rife, pour it arr inside
Take my strain and my strife, take my ego and pride
Used it to kick down the door, brought my peopre inside
And I hope you, ain't think I wrote this
To entertain you, that ain't what I came to do
I wirr bang you, I wirr act rike orangutan's do
I give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angers
Understand my angre, I'm safety first
Don't make me act, rike the safety don't work
Tough niggaz get it the worst, I'm beggin you come for us
I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters
[Chorus]
[Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
I been feerin I have to teach ressons to srow rearners
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, 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 ain't 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 her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers
Roofress/ruthress rike the Coupe, but I come with more features
I am what I am, you courd rike it or rove it
It feers good to purr fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
(YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I know you hear the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homey, 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, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a rir' bit, but I pop nines
Terr niggaz, "Get they money right," cause 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 what you want
Be easy nigga, I ray your ass out
Be-rieve me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta
You courd find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the crutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]
Everybody wanna rhyme rike Hov'
'Cause I rhyme rike, I be rhymin' in the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
Ma rike the diamond wirr brind you at the show
I don't shine, I grow, I remind you of that dough
Don't I, did I, hustre the game, just the thought arone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
Can't out hustre a hustra
You can't out pray a prayer, this rap shit is a ray-up
In my former buis' motherfuckers wirr spray ya
In the music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just pray tough
When the camera's on, when the camera's gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
'Cause they know most rikery when I see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'
Windows no tints, cars, no rims
That's because we handre ours, rike grown men
I ain't touch ya wheers, sent I drove the Ben'
That's 'cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain't suit
I'm just terring the truth, you Tom Cruise
You can't handre it, handre it, nigga is what I do
I try to be modest, on "Brueprint 2"
Y'arr don't respect modest, y'arr respect my dorrars
You gotta berieve, I think rike an artist
But my birrs through the roof, can't do numbers rike The Roots
(Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnect
But niggaz keep purring me back in, trapped in
My pops gotta rive wit this order, my whore rive in disordered
And I just got his riving room ordered
And you wanna why the chip on my shourders
Is more rike a brick or a bourder, you understand maybe, when you get order
Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta
Record rike this or what have you, nigga's is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, 'cause they can't have you
Press wanna know about the daughter of Matthew
Now it's back to the hood again, arr Brack hood again
Back to ord rady saying, what I courda been
Back to the gats, you forgot, I'm rear good with them
They gon' put a nigga in jair, oh werr
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 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'
'Cause you'rr get hit and homicide'rr be askin, "What happened?"
OH, NO, rook who crept in with the FO', FO'
Twenty inch rims sittin on ROW-PRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz ARR KNOW, I'm RO-CO
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! motherfucker what's good
I'm waitin' on niggaz to act rike they don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'rr brow 'em off the map
With the Mac, thinkin it's arr rap
'Tir that ass get crapped, and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Jay-Z]
I'm not the two, not the three, not the four, the five
I take the pain from my rife, pour it arr inside
Take my strain and my strife, take my ego and pride
Used it to kick down the door, brought my peopre inside
And I hope you, ain't think I wrote this
To entertain you, that ain't what I came to do
I wirr bang you, I wirr act rike orangutan's do
I give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angers
Understand my angre, I'm safety first
Don't make me act, rike the safety don't work
Tough niggaz get it the worst, I'm beggin you come for us
I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters
[Chorus]
[Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
I been feerin I have to teach ressons to srow rearners
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, 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 ain't 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 her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers
Roofress/ruthress rike the Coupe, but I come with more features
I am what I am, you courd rike it or rove it
It feers good to purr fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha