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50 Cent

Letra If i Cant 50 Cent

If I can’t do it, homey, it can’t be done
Now I’mma let the champagne bottle pop
I’mma take it to the top
Fo’ sho I’mma make it hot, 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 Run rocked rhymes
I’m 50 Cent, I write a lil’ bit, but I pop nines

Tell niggas, “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 sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I’m gone (Yea!)

If I can’t do it, homey, it can’t be done
Now I’mma let the champagne bottle pop
I’mma take it to the top
Fo’ sho I’mma make it hot, 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 actin
Cause you’ll get hit and homicide’ll be askin, “What happened?”
Oh no, look who clapped em with the .44
20 inch rims sittin on Low-pro’s
Eastside, Westside niggas know, yo I’m loco
Even my mama said, “Something really wrong with my brain”
Niggas 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 – motherfucker what’s good?
I’m waiting on niggas 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 it’s all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, “It’s a wrap”
(It’s a wrap, nigga)

If I can’t do it, homey, it can’t be done
Now I’mma let the champagne bottle pop
I’mma take it to the top
Fo’ sho I’mma make it hot, baby

I invented how 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 niggas blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time

In the game there’s ups and downs, so I stay on the grind
Niggas 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 in her two cents

I’m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless 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 blow 50 grand and think nothing of it

Letra If i Cant 50 Cent