Tytuł: If I Can't

• Wykonawca: 50 Cent
• Wyświetleń: 422

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