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If I Can't Lyrics

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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to p****** that stunting I pop
Stand alone squeezing my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell n*****, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playing n**** you can't shine
You goin' be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After being hit by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy n****, I'll lay your a** out
Believe me n****, that's what I'm about, gangsta
You could find a n**** sitting on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holding a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for acting
Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the fo' fo'
20 inch rims sitting chrome!
Eastside, Westside n***** OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
n***** don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it popping in the hood
G-UNIT! m*********** whats good?
I'm waiting on n***** to act like they don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinking its all rap
Til that a** get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, n****)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feeling I had to teach lessons to slow learners
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, n**** ya heard me?
When streetlights come on n***** 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
n***** on my d*** more than my b****, I stay on they mind
They ain't nothing 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 cent
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 what I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothing of it
f*** it
[Chorus: x2]

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
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