50 Cent

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
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