If I Can't - Album Version (Edited)

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 -, they stunt, and I pop (yeah)
Stand alone squeezing my -, 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 - (brrat)
Tell - get they money right, 'cause I got mine (uh-huh)
And I'm around, quit playing -, you can't shine (whoo!)

You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After being -, is that what you want?
Be easy, - out
Believe me -, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a - 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 (whoo!)
You holding a -, he might come back, so - (yeah)
React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (come on)
'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?"
Oh no, look who crept in with the -
20-inch rims sitting on low-pros (uh-huh)
East side, west side - know, yo, I'm loco (yeah)
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"

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), -, what's good?
I'm waiting on - to act like they don't know how to act (uh-huh)
After sippin' too much Jack, I'll -
With the -, thinking it's all rap
'Til that - and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (it's a wrap -)

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 - (ah)
I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens -, you heard me? (Yeah)
When the streetlights come on, - (uh-huh)
Get locked up, then read books to pass the time (whoo!)
In the game, there's ups and downs, so I stay on the grind
On my - more than my -, I stay on they mind

There 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 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, - 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 (haha)
Now I'ma let the champagne 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



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Young, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Theron Feemster
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