If I can't do it, homie it can't be done I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby I apply pressure to pussy, the stuntin' I'm poppin' Standin' bumble, squeezin' my pistol, I'm sure that I got it Like Peter Piper, pick peppers, and run by fives A 50 cent, I ran a little bit, but I pop nines Tell niggas get their money right, cause I got mine When I'm around, quit playin', nigga, you can't shine You gon' be that next chump, then dump in the trunk After bein' hit by the pump, is that what you want? Be easy, nigga, I lay your ass out Believe me, nigga, that's what I'm about Gangsta, you can find a nigga sittin' on prone Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas, and I'm gone And if I can't do it, homie, it can't be done I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top For sure I'ma make it hot, baby I'm down for the action, he's smart with his mouth, so smack him You holdin' your strap, you might come back, so clap him React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta, bang him Cause you'll be hittin' homicide if you ask him what happened No, no, look who's preppin' with the four, four 20 inch rim sittin' on low, pro East side, west side, nigga, yo, yo, I'm loco Even my momma sayin' somethin' really wrong with my brain Niggas don't love me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-Unit, we get it poppin' in the hood G-Unit, motherfucker, what's good? I'm waitin' on niggas to act like they don't know how to act After sippin' too much Jack, I blow him off the map With the map, thinkin' it's all rap Till that ass get clapped and Dopp say it's a rap It's a rap, nigga 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, yo 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 I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty I'm from Southside, Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? When the street lights come on, niggas blastin' knives Get locked up, they read books, they pass the time And the game is ups and downs, so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick, water my bitch, I stay on their mind There ain't nothin' they can do to stop my shine This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I been losin' lives since Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw her two cents I'm the dropout, I made more money than these teachers Ruthless 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 put fifty grand and think nothin' of 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, yo 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, yo I'ma make it hot, baby, baby *