Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If I Can't, artist - 50 Cent.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
If I Can't |
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea |
If I can’t do well, homey, it can’t be done |
Now I’ma let the ch&agne bottle pop |
I’ma take it to the top |
Fo sho I’ma make it hot, baby (baby) |
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop |
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I’m sure that I gotta |
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes |
I’m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines |
Tell niggaz, Get they money right, cuz I got mine |
And I’m around quit playin nigga you can’t shine |
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk |
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? |
Be easy nigga, I’ll lay your ass out |
Believe me nigga, thats whut I’m about, gangsta |
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome |
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas &I'm gone (Yea!) |
If I can’t do well, homey, it can’t be done |
Now I’ma let the ch&agne bottle pop |
I’ma take it to the top |
Fo sho I’ma make it hot, baby (baby) |
I’m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin |
Cuz you’ll get hit &homicide'll be askin, Whut happened? |
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO’FO' |
20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME |
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO |
Even my mama said, Something really wrong with my brain |
Niggaz don’t rob me they know I’m down to die for my chain |
G-UNIT! |
We get it poppin in the hood |
G-UNIT! |
Muthafucka whuts good? |
I’m waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act |
I had a sip of too much Jack, I’ll blow em off the map |
With the mack, thinkin its all rap |
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say It’s a wrap (It's a wrap, nigga) |
If I can’t do well, homey, it can’t be done |
Now I’ma let the ch&agne bottle pop |
I’ma take it to the top |
Fo sho I’ma make it hot, baby (baby) |
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners |
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner |
I dont fight fair, I’m dirty-dirty |
I’m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya’heard me? |
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines |
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time |
In the game there’s up’s and down’s, so I stay on the grind |
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind |
They aint nothin 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 a 100 percent |
I’m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers |
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features |
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand &think nothin of it Fuck it If I can’t do well, homey, it can’t be done |
Now I’ma let the ch&agne bottle pop |
I’ma take it to the top |
Fo sho I’ma make it hot, baby (baby)If I can’t do well, homey, it can’t be done |
Now I’ma let the ch&agne bottle pop |
I’ma take it to the top |
Fo sho I’ma make it hot, baby (baby)Uh huh, hood make it hot |
Dr Dre, Aftermath |
Shady, ha ha |