Текст песни 50 Cent - If I Can`t (Remix)
50 Cent - If I Can`t (Remix) слова песни
(feat. Jay-Z)[Intro - 50 Cent + (Jay-Z)](YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeahI know you hear the footsteps[Chorus - 50 Cent]If I can`t do well, homey, it can`t be doneNow I`ma let the champagne bottle popI`ma take it to the topFo sho` I`ma make it hot, baby (baby)[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]I apply pressure to pussies, that stuntin` I popStand alone squeezin` my pistol, I`m sure that I gottaNow Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymesNow 50 Cent, I write a lil` bit, but I pop ninesTell niggaz, "Get they money right," cause I got mineAnd I`m around quit playin` nigga, you can`t shineYou gon` be that next chump, to end up in the trunkAfter bein` hit by the pump, is that what you wantBe easy nigga, I lay your ass outBe-lieve me nigga, that`s what I`m about, gangstaYou could find a nigga sittin on chromeHit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I`m gone (Yeah!)[Chorus][Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov``Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin` in the Rove`, rhymin` in them HO!Ma like the diamond will blind you at the showI don`t shine, I glow, I remind you of that doughDon`t I, did I, hustle the game, just the thought aloneGive me a boner, coach caved into a comaCan`t out hustle a hustlaYou can`t out play a player, this rap shit is a lay-upIn my former buis` motherfuckers will spray yaIn the music buis` motherfuckers, just say stuffSpit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play toughWhen the camera`s on, when the camera`s goneNiggaz wanna set up meetings`Cause they know most likely when I see `em, I`ma set up a beatin`Windows no tints, cars, no rimsThat`s because we handle ours, like grown menI ain`t touch ya wheels, sent I drove the Ben`That`s `cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain`t suitI`m just telling the truth, you Tom CruiseYou can`t handle it, handle it, nigga is what I doI try to be modest, on "Blueprint 2"Y`all don`t respect modest, y`all respect my dollarsYou gotta believe, I think like an artistBut my bills through the roof, can`t do numbers like The Roots(Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnectBut niggaz keep pulling me back in, trapped inMy pops gotta live wit this order, my whole live in disorderedAnd I just got his living room orderedAnd you wanna why the chip on my shouldersIs more like a brick or a boulder, you understand maybe, when you get olderGot a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughtaRecord like this or what have you, nigga`s is back stabbing youBitches mad at you, `cause they can`t have youPress wanna know about the daughter of MatthewNow it`s back to the hood again, all Black hood againBack to old lady saying, what I coulda beenBack to the gats, you forgot, I`m real good with themThey gon` put a nigga in jail, oh well[Chorus][Verse 3 - 50 Cent + (Dr. Dre)]I`m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack `emYou holdin` a strap, he might come back so clap `emReact like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin``Cause you`ll get hit and homicide`ll be askin, "What happened?"OH, NO, look who crept in with the FO`, FO`Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PROEastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I`m LO-COEven my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"Niggaz don`t rob me they know I`m down to die for my chainG-UNIT! we get it poppin` in the hoodG-UNIT! motherfucker what`s goodI`m waitin` on niggaz to act like they don`t know how to actI had a sip of too much Jack, I`ll blow `em off the mapWith the Mac, thinkin it`s all rap`Til that ass get clapped, and Doc say "It`s a wrap"(It`s a wrap, nigga)[Chorus][Verse 4 - Jay-Z]I`m not the two, not the three, not the four, the fiveI take the pain from my life, pour it all insideTake my strain and my strife, take my ego and prideUsed it to kick down the door, brought my people insideAnd I hope you, ain`t think I wrote thisTo entertain you, that ain`t what I came to doI will bang you, I will act like orangutan`s doI give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angelsUnderstand my angle, I`m safety firstDon`t make me act, like the safety don`t workTough niggaz get it the worst, I`m beggin you come for usI`m giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters[Chorus][Verse 5 - 50 Cent]I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learnersGo head act up, get smacked in the head with the burnerI don`t fight fair, I`m dirty-dirtyI`m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya heard meWhen streetlights come on, niggaz blast the ninesGet locked up, they read books to pass the timeIn the game there`s up`s and down`s, so I stay on the grindNiggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mindThey ain`t nothin` they could do, to stop my shineThis is +God`s Plan+ homey, this ain`t mineI played the music loud so grandpa called me a nuisanceAnd grandma, who always gotta throw her two centsI`m the drop out who made more money than these teachersRoofless/ruthless like the Coupe, but I come with more featuresI am what I am, you could like it or love itIt feels good to pull fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it[Chorus x2][Outro - 50 Cent]Uh huh, hood make it hotDr. Dre, AftermathShady, ha ha