If I Can't(Album Version (Edited))

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Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby Baby I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop Yeah Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em Uh-huh Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines Brrat! Tell niggas, get they money right, 'cause I got mine Uh-huh And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine Woo 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 it, homie, it can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby Baby I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him Woo You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him Yeah React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting C'mon 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?" Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros Uh-huh Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, I'm loco Yeah 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! Yeah We get it popping in the hood G-Unit! (Yeah) Motherfucker, what's good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act Uh-huh I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the MAC, thinking it's all rap Till that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" It's a wrap, nigga If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop Uh-huh I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby Baby I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner Ahh I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? Yeah When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines Uh-huh Get locked up, they read books to pass the time Woo 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 There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine Unh-uh This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the dropout who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am; you can like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it! If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby Baby If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne Haha bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Yeah For sure I'ma make it hot, baby Baby Uh-huh I'ma make it hot Dr. Dre Aftermath Shady Haha