If I Can't Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done 

Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop 

I'mma take it to the top, for sure 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 little 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 sitting on chrome 

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone 

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If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done 

Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop 

I'mma take it to the top, for sure 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 asking "What happened?" 

Oh no, look who clapped 'em with the .44 

20 inch rims sitting 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 Mac, thinking it's all rap 

'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, "it's a wrap" 

(It's a wrap, nigga) 

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If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done 

Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop 

I'mma take it to the top, for sure 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, 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 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'mma let the champagne bottle pop 

I'mma take it to the top, for sure I'mma make it hot, baby 

Imma make it hot 

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