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

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