paroles de chanson If I Can't (remix) - Jay-Z , 50 Cent
If
I
can't
do
well,
homey,
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)
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
run
rocked
rhymes
Now
50
Cent,
I
write
a
li'l
bit
but
I
pop
nines
Tell
niggaz,
"Get
they
money
right",
'cause
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
what
you
want?
Be
easy
nigga,
I
lay
your
ass
out
Believe
me
nigga,
that's
whut
I'm
about,
gangsta
You
could
find
a
nigga
sittin'
on
chrome
Hit
the
clutch,
hit
the
gear,
hit
the
gas
and
I'm
gone
If
I
can't
do
well,
homey,
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)
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
and
homicide'll
be
askin'
whut
happened?
Oh
no,
look
who
crept
in
with
the
fo-fo
20
inch
rims
sittin'
on
low-pro
Eastside
westside
niggaz
all
know,
I'm
loco
Even
my
mama
said,
"Something
really
wrong
with
my
brain"
Niggaz
dont
rob
me
they
know
I'm
down
to
die
for
my
chain
G
unit
(Yea)
We
get
it
poppin'
in
the
hood
G
unit
(Yea)
Muthafucka
whut's
good?
I'm
waitin'
on
niggaz
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,
thinkin'
it's
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
champagne
bottle
pop
I'ma
take
it
to
the
top
Fo
sho
I'ma
make
it
hot,
baby
(Baby)
I
been
feelin'
I
have
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
ups
and
downs,
so
I
stay
on
the
grind
Niggaz
on
my
dick
more
than
my
bitch,
I
stay
on
they
mind
They
ain't
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
her
two
cents
I'm
the
drop
out
who
made
more
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
fuck
it
If
I
can't
do
well,
homey,
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
well,
homey,
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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