If I Can't

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

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)

I apply pressure to pussies 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 niggaz: Get they money right, 'cause I got mine

And I'm around quit playing nigga you can't shine

You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk

After being hit by the pump, is that what you want?

Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out

Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta

You could find a nigga sitting on chrome

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (yeah!)

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)

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 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 popping in the hood

G-Unit! Muthafucka whats good?

I'm waiting on niggaz 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

till that ass get clapped and doc say: It's a wrap

(It's a wrap, nigga)

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)

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, 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 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 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 what I am, you could like it or love it

It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothing of it

Fuck it

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