Instrumentals 50 Cent Lyrics

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
Fo sho I'mma make it hot, baby (baby)

I apply pressure to p____es that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and run rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell n____z, "Get they money right" cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin n____ 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 n____, I'll lay your a__ out
Believe me n____, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a n____ sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yea!)

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
Fo sho I'mma 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 low-pros
Eastside, Westside n____z ALL KNOW,IM LOCO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
n____z don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT!(yeah) We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT!(yeah) m____fucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on n____z 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 a__ get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(DR DRE) It's a wrap, n____

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
Fo sho I'mma 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, n____ ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on n____z 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
n____z on my d___ more than my b____, 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 money than these teachers
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 and think nothin of it
f___ 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
Fo sho I'mma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha