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50 Cent - If I Can't (Acapella)

50 Cent - If I Can't (Acapella) Lyrics: Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah 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 For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah) Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh) Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat) Tell niggas get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh) And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo) 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 it, homie 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) I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (Woo) You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him (Yeah) React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (C'mon) 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?" Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros (Uh-huh) East side, west side, niggas know, yo, I'm loco (Yeah) Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-Unit (Yeah), we get it popping in the hood G-Unit (Yeah), motherfucker, what's good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act (Uh-huh) After sippin' too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the MAC, thinking it's all rap 'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) If I can't do it, homie It can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop (Uh-huh), I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (Ah) I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? (Yeah) When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines (Uh-huh) Get locked up, then read books to pass the time (Woo) In the game, there's ups and downs, so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine (Uh-uh) This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the dropout who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am, you can like it or love it It feels good to blow fifty grand and think nothing of it, fuck it 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 For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) If I can't do it, homie It can't be done (Haha) Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top (Yeah) For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) Uh-huh I'ma make it hot Dr. Dre, Aftermath Shady, haha #gunit #getrichordietrying #getrichordietryin #50cent #rapacapellas #rapvocals #hiphop #blackmusic #hiphopvocals #acapella #acappella #vocalonly #vocal #vocals #oldschoolrap #urmusicsplitter No copyright infringement intended. All contents belong to its rightful owners. This is for entertainment purposes only.