Send "If I Can't (Remix)" Ringtone to your Cell (feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro - 50 Cent (Jay-Z)]
(YES! Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I love you see the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can`t do well, homey, it can`t be done
Now I`ma let the champagne bottle pop
I`ma take it to the top
Fo sho` I`ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I apply force to pussies, that stuntin` I pop
Stand alone squeezin` my pistol, I`m certain that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I save a lil` bit, but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cause I got mine
And I`m around quit playin` nigga, you can`t shine
You gon` be that next chump, to end up in the trunk
After bein` hit by the pump, is that what you want
Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
Be-lieve me nigga, that`s what I`m about, gangsta
You could see a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit 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 adamant will screen you at the show
I don`t shine, I glow, I remind you of that dough
Don`t I, did I, hustle the game, just the idea alone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
Can`t out hustle a hustla
You can`t out work a player, this rap shit is a lay-up
In my former buis` motherfuckers will spray ya
In the music buis` motherfuckers, just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough
When the camera`s on, when the camera`s gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
`Cause they love most likely when I see `em, I`ma set up a beatin`
Windows no tints, cars, no rims
That`s because we handle ours, like grown men
I ain`t touch ya wheels, sent I drove the Ben`
That`s `cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain`t suit
I`m only singing the truth, you Tom Cruise
You can`t manage it, handle it, nigga is what I do
I try to be modest, on "Draft 2″
Y`all don`t respect modest, y`all respect my dollars
You gotta believe, I believe like an artist
But my bills through the roof, can`t do numbers like The Roots
(Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnect
But niggaz keep pulling me back in, trapped in
My pops gotta live wit this order, my whole experience in disordered
And I only got his living room ordered
And you wanna why the bit on my shoulders
Is more like a brick or a boulder, you understand maybe, when you get older
Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta
Record like this or what make you, nigga`s is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, `cause they can`t let you
Press wanna know about the girl of Matthew
Now it`s support to the cap again, all Black hood again
Back to old lady saying, what I coulda been
Back to the gats, you forgot, I`m very well with them
They gon` put a spade in jail, oh well
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent (Dr. Dre)]
I`m down for the action, he smart with his talk so smack `em
You holdin` a strap, he might get back so clap `em
React 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-PRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I`m LO-CO
Even my mummy said, "Something very wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don`t rob 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 niggaz to act like they don`t recognize how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I`ll blow `em off the map
With 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 five
I consider the hurt from my life, pour it all inside
Take my song and my strife, take my ego and pride
Used it to rush down the door, brought my people inside
And I trust you, ain`t think I wrote this
To hold you, that ain`t what I came to do
I will love you, I will act like orangutan`s do
I make you hot wings, turn niggaz to angels
Understand my angle, I`m safety first
Don`t give me act, like the safety don`t work
Tough niggaz get it the worst, I`m beggin you do for us
I`m giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters
[Chorus]
[Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
I been feelin I hold to learn lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the lead with the burner
I don`t fight fair, I`m dirty-dirty
I`m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya heard me
When streetlights come on, niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to communicate the time
In the game there`s up`s and down`s, so I rest on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I rest on they mind
They ain`t nothin` they could do, to check 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 have her two cents
I`m the cliff out who made more money than these teachers
Roofless/ruthless like the Coupe, but I do with more features
I am what I am, you could wish it or know it
It feels right to draw fifty thousand and think nothin of it, fuck it
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
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