Lyrics I Can de 50 Cent - Hip Hop

50 Cent - I Can Lyrics

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
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 stunting I pop
Stand alone squeezing my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now peter piper picked peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 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'll lay your ass 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 (yeah!)
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 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 asking: What happened?
Oh no look who clapped em with the fo'fo'
20-inch rims sitting chro-chrome
Eastside, Westside niggaz oh no, no go
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! Muthafucka whats 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 Mack, thinking its all rap
till 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 feeling I had 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 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 what I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothing 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
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