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Yea, ha ha, yea, yea [Hook: 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)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to *** that stuntin I
pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that
I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock
rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell ***, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin *** you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy ***, I'll lay your *** out Believe me ***, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a *** sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas
& I'm gone (Yea!) [Hook: 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)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)] 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 & homicide'll be askin,
"Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME Eastside, Westside *** OH NO, NO GO
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 poppin in the hood G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on *** to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that *** get clapped and Doc say "It's
a wrap" (It's a wrap, ***)
[Hook: 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) [Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had 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, ***
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 up's and down's, so I
stay on the grind *** on my *** more than my ***, I stay
on they mind They aint 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 a 100 percent
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/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 & think nothin of it
*** it [Hook: 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)
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