If I Can't - The Karaoke Channel

Yea

Ha ha

Yea

Yea

If I can't do it homey 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 pussies that stunting I pop

Stand alone squeezing my pistol I'm sure that I gotta

Now Peter Piper picked peppers and don't rock rhymes

I'm 50 Cent I write a lil bit but I pop nines

Tell n**gas Get they money right 'cause I got mine

And I'm around quit playing n**ga you can't shine

You goin' be that next chump to end up in the trunk

After being hit by the pump is that what you want

Be easy n**ga I'll lay your a** out

Believe me n**ga that's what I'm about gangsta

You could find a n**ga sitting on chrome

Hit the clutch hit the gear hit the gas

I'm gone

Yea

If I can't do it homey 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 'em

You holding a strap he might come back so clap 'em

React like a gangsta die like a gangsta for acting

'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking

What happened

Oh oh

Look who clapped 'em with the fo' fo'

20 inch rims sitting chrome chrome

Eastside Westside n**gas

No go I'm no go

Even my mama said Something really wrong with my brain

N**gas 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

Motherf**ker what's good

I'm waiting on n**gas 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 mack thinking it's all rap

'Til that a** get clapped and

Doc say

It's a wrap

It's a wrap

If I can't do it homey 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 been feeling I had

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 n**ga ya heard me

When streetlights come on n**gas 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

N**gas on my dick more

Than my b**ch I stay on they mind

They ain't nothing 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 cent

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 pull 50 grand think nothing of it

F**k it

If I can't do it homey 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

Do it homey 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

Uh huh

Hood make it hot

Dr Dre

Aftermath

Shady

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