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[Intro] Good Evening Ladies And Gentlemen. Welcome
To the 50 Cent Show. Now, Normally I Don't Go In For These Colored
People, But, Well It's 50 Cent Kid. He's OK. But Enough Of That, Let's Swing.
Hit It, Baby.
[Hook] If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top
Fo' sho I'mma make it hot, baby
[Verse 1] I apply pressure to *** 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 lil' bit, but I pop
nines Tell ***, "Get they money right," cause
I got mine And I'm around, quit playing *** 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 ***, I'll lay your *** out
Believe me ***, that's what I'm about, gangsta You could find a *** sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yea!)
[Hook] If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top
Fo' sho I'mma make it hot, baby
[Verse 2] 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 askin,
"What happened?" Oh no, look who clapped em with the .44
20 inch rims sittin on Low-pro's Eastside, Westside *** know, yo I'm loco
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
*** 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 - *** what's good?
I'm waiting on *** 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 *** get clapped and Doc say, "It's
a wrap" (It's a wrap, ***)
[Hook] If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top
Fo' sho I'mma make it hot, baby
[Verse 3] 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, ***
ya heard me? When streetlights come on *** 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 *** on my *** more than my ***, 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 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