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| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (2003) | | Titre: | If I Can't | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 401 fois | | | | Paroles: | Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50
Cent]
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 but Run rocked 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!)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 2: 50
Cent (Dr Dre)]
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
sitting on Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm loco
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)
[Hook: 50
Cent]
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
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
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
in her two cents
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
[Hook: 50 Cent]
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
Fo sho 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 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 | | | |
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