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If I Can't (Remix)
[Intro 50 Cent +
(Jay-Z)] (YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah I
know you hear the
footsteps [Chorus 50 Cent] If I
can't do it, 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 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 Now 50 Cent, I
write a
lil' bit, but I
pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they 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
lay your ass out Be-lieve me nigga, that's what 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 (Yeah!) [Chorus] [Verse 2
Jay-Z +
(50 Cent)] Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov' 'Cause I
rhyme like, I
be rhyming in the
Rove', rhyming in them HO! Ma like the
diamond will blind you at the
show I
don't shine, I
glow, I
remind you of that dough Don't I, did I, hustle the
game, just the
thought alone Give me a
boner, coach caved into a
coma Can't out hustle a
hustla You can't out play a
player, this rap shit is a
lay-up In my former buis' motherfuckers will spray ya In the
music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough When the
camera's on, when the
camera's gone Niggaz wanna set up meetings 'Cause they know most likely when I
see 'em, I'ma set up a
beating Windows no tints, cars, no rims That's because we handle ours, like grown men I
ain't touch ya wheels, sent I
drove the
Ben' That's 'cause it was a
Coupe, nah I
ain't suit I'm just telling the
truth, you Tom Cruise You can't handle it, handle it, nigga is what I
do I
try to be modest, on "Blueprint 2" Y'all don't respect modest, y'all respect my dollars You gotta believe, I
think like an artist But my bills through the
roof, can't do numbers like The
Roots (Oh No) No disrespect, I
be tryna disconnect But niggaz keep pulling me back in, trapped in My pops gotta live wit this order, my whole live in disordered And I
just got his living room ordered And you wanna why the
chip on my shoulders Is more like a
brick or a
boulder, you understand maybe, when you get older Got a
hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta Record like this or what have you, nigga's is back stabbing you Bitches mad at you, 'cause they can't have you Press wanna know about the
daughter of Matthew Now it's back to the
hood again, all Black hood again Back to old lady saying, what I
coulda been Back to the
gats, you forgot, I'm real good with them They gon' put a
nigga in jail, oh well [Chorus] [Verse 3
50 Cent +
(Dr. Dre)] 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 acting 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin, "What happened?" OH, NO, look who crept in with the
FO', FO' Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I'm LO-CO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz 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 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
Mac, thinkin it's all rap 'Til that ass get clapped, and Doc say "It's a
wrap" (It's a
wrap, nigga) [Chorus] [Verse 4
Jay-Z] I'm not the
two, not the
three, not the
four, the
five I
take the
pain from my life, pour it all inside Take my strain and my strife, take my ego and pride Used it to kick down the
door, brought my people inside And I
hope you, ain't think I
wrote this To entertain you, that ain't what I
came to do I
will bang you, I
will act like orangutan's do I
give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angels Understand my angle, I'm safety first Don't make me act, like the
safety don't work Tough niggaz get it the
worst, I'm beggin you come for us I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters [Chorus] [Verse 5
50 Cent] I
been feelin I
have 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, niggaz 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 Niggaz 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+ 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 money than these teachers Roofless/ruthless 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 pull fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it [Chorus x2] [Outro 50 Cent] Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr. Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha
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