paroles de chanson If I Can't - 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,
for
sure
I'ma
make
it
hot,
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
run
rocked
rhymes
I'm
50
Cent,
I
write
a
little
bit,
but
I
pop
nines
Tell
niggas
"Get
the
money
right"
'cause
I
got
mine
And
I'm
around,
quit
playing,
nigga,
you
can't
shine
You
gon'
be
that
next
chump
to
end
up
in
the
trunk
After
being
hit
by
the
pump,
is
that
what
you
want?
Be
easy,
nigga,
I'll
lay
your
as-
out
Believe
me,
nigga,
that's
what
I'm
about,
gangsta
You
could
find
a
nigga
sitting
on
chrome
Hit
the
clutch,
hit
the
gear,
hit
the
gas
and
I'm
gone
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,
for
sure
I'ma
make
it
hot,
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
actin'
'Cause
you'll
get
hit
and
homicide'll
be
asking
"What
happened?"
Oh
no,
look
who
clapped
'em
with
the
44
20
inch
rims
sitting
on
low-pro's
Eastside,
westside,
niggas
know,
yo,
I'm
loco
Even
my
mama
said
something
really
wrong
with
my
brain
Niggas
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,
motherfucker,
what's
good?
I'm
waiting
on
niggas
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
Mac,
thinking
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
it,
homie,
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
I
invented
how
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,
nigga,
ya
heard
me?
When
streetlights
come
on
niggas
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
Niggas
on
my
dick
more
than
my
bitch,
I
stay
on
they
mind
They
ain't
nothing
they
could
do
to
stop
my
shine
This
is
God's
plan,
homie,
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
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
blow
50
grand
and
think
nothing
of
it
fuck
it
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,
for
sure
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,
for
sure
I'ma
make
it
hot,
baby,
baby
Ah
ha!
I'ma
make
it
hot
Dr
Dre
Aftermath
Shady
Ha
ha
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2 Don't Push Me
3 21 Questions
4 Like My Style
5 Like My Style
6 Like My Style
7 Blood Hound
8 Blood Hound
9 Wanksta - From "8 Mile" Soundtrack
10 P.I.M.P. (remix)
11 P.I.M.P. - Snoop Dogg Remix (Explicit)
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13 Blood Hound
14 Like My Style
15 21 Questions
16 Don't Push Me
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