Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do it, homie, 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 but Run rocked rhymes

I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell ^!$$%z, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin ^!$$% 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 it, homie, 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 sitting on Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside ^!$$%z know, yo, i'm loco

Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
^!$$%z 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! Mutha$#&@a whuts good?
I'm waitin on ^!$$%z 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 it, homie, 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, ^!$$% ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z on my dick 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 in her two cents

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 it, homie, 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 it, homie, 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