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| Intro: |
| 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 |
| I apply pressure to pussies |
| They stunt and I pop |
| Stand above 'em 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 the money |
| Right" 'cause I got mine (uh-huh) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 (come one) |
| 'Cause you'll get hit and |
| Homicide'll be asking |
| "What happened?" |
| Oh no, look who crept in |
| With the .44 |
| 20-inch rims sitting on low-pro's |
| 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 |
| 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 MAC, thinking |
| It's all rap |
| 'Til that ass get clapped |
| And Doc say |
| "It's a wrap" |
| 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 |
| I invented how to teach lessons |
| To slow learners |
| Go 'head act up |
| Get smacked in the head with |
| The burner (ah) |
| I don't fight fair, |
| I'm dirty, dirty |
| I'm from Southside Jamaica |
| Queens, nigga, ya heard me? (Yeah) |
| When streetlights come on |
| Niggas blast the nines (uh-huh) |
| 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 (uh-uh) |
| This is God's plan |
| Homie, 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Bridge: |
| x2 |
| 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 |
| Ending: |
