Текст песни 50 Cent - If I Can't

Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Жанр: Gangsta Rap
Исполнитель: 50 Cent
Альбом: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Длительность: 03:17
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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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