If I Can't Lyrics

50 Cent

publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Andre Young, Theron Feemster, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo
album: Track 40 in album Get Rich or Die Tryin'
release date: 2003-2-4
popularity : 66 users have visited this page.
length: 2:13

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[Chorus: 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
For sure 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 don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell *****s, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playing ***** you can't shine
You goin' 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 ***** sitting on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)


[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 asking, "What happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the fo' fo'
20 inch rims sitting chrome!
Eastside, Westside *****s OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
*****s 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! ************ whats good?
I'm waiting on *****s 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
Til that *** get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(It's a wrap, *****)


[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
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, ***** ya heard me?
When streetlights come on *****s 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
*****s 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 cent
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
**** it

[Chorus: x2]

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

Track Listing

  • 1 Intro
  • 2 What Up Gangsta
  • 3 Patiently Waiting
  • 4 Many Men (Wish Death)
  • 5 In da Club
  • 6 High All the Time
  • 7 Heat
  • 8 If I Can't
  • 9 Blood Hound
  • 10 Back Down
  • 11 P.I.M.P.
  • 12 Like My Style
  • 13 Poor Lil' Rich
  • 14 21 Questions
  • 15 Don't Push Me
  • 16 Gotta Make It to Heaven
  • 17 Wanksta
  • 18 U Not Like Me
  • 19 Life's on the Line