[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Haha, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: 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
For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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 n***as get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh)
And I'm around, quit playing, n***a, 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, n***a, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me, n***a, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a n***a sitting on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah)

[Chorus: 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
For sure, 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 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, n***as know, yo, I'm loco (Yeah)
Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain
N***as 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 n***as 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, n***a)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
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, n***a, you heard me? (Yeah)
When the streetlights come on, n***as 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
N***as 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
[Chorus: 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
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)

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Uh-huh
I'ma make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, haha