If I Can`t lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : If I Can`t



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Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 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
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby
(baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply
pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand
alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I
gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont
rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but
I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money
right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit
playin 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'll lay your ass out
Believe me
nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could
find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch,
hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone
(Yea!)

[Hook: 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
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 holdin a strap, he might come
back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like
a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit &
homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO
look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch
rims sittin CHRO-CHROME
Eastside, Westside
niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said,
"Something really 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 like they dont know how
to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow
em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all
rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's
a wrap"

(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Hook:
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
Fo sho I'ma
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,
I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica,
Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights
come on niggaz 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
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 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 a 100 percent
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 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 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
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby
(baby)

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
Fo sho I'ma
make it hot, baby (baby)

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