[Hook]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop
I'mma take it to the top
For sure I'mma make it hot, baby
[Verse 1]
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
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9's
Tell n***as get they money right, ‘cause I got mine
And I'm around, quit playing, n***a, 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, n***a, I'll lay your a** out
Believe me, n***a, that's what I'm about, gangsta
You could find a n***a sitting on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone
[Hook]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop
I'mma take it to the top
For sure I'mma make it hot, baby
[Verse 2]
I'm down for the action, he smart wit' his mouth so smack him
You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin'
‘Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking what happened
Oh no, look who clapped 'em with the .44
20 inch rims sitting on Low-pro's
Eastside, Westside, n***as know, yo, I'm loco
Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain
n***as 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 – motherf**er, what's good?
I'm waiting on n***as 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, thinking it's all rap, 'til that a** get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, n***a!)
[Hook]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop
I'mma take it to the top
For sure 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, n***a, ya heard me?
When streetlights come on n***as blast the 9's
Get locked up, they read books to pa** the time
In the game there's ups and downs so I stay on the grind
n***as on my dick more than my b**h, I stay on they mind
There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan, homie, 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 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, f** it!
[Hook]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop
I'mma take it to the top
For sure I'mma make it hot, baby
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop
I'mma take it to the top
For sure I'mma make it hot, baby
[Spoken Outro]