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by 50 Cent
# Debut Chart
34 Feb '03 R&B
76 Oct '03 Hot 100


Yeah, ha ha, yeah, yeah [CHORUS] If I can't do it Homey, it can't be done Now I'm a let the champagne bottle pop I'm a take it to the top Fo sho, I'm a make it hot, baby, baby

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I apply pressure to pussies That stunting I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol I'm sure that I got Now Peter Piper picked peppers And don't rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit But I pop nines Tell niggas, get they money right 'Cause I got mine And I'm around quit playing Nigga, you can't shine You gonna 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 [repeat CHORUS] 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 Twenty inch rims sitting Chro chrome Eastside, Westside niggas Oh, no, no, go 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 I had a sip of too much Jack I'll blow 'em off the map With the mack Thinking it's all rap Till that ass get clapped And Doc say, it's a wrap (It's a wrap, nigga) [repeat CHORUS] 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, you heard me When streetlights come on Niggas blast the nines Get locked up They read books to pass the time 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 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 hundred percent 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 pull fifty grand And think nothing of it Fuck it [repeat CHORUS] Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha


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