Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
Em
Am
Yeah
Em
Haha, yeah
Am
Em
Yeah
Verse 2
Em
If I can't do it, homie,
Am
Em
it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
Am
I'ma take it to the top, for sure,
Em
I'ma make it hot, baby
Verse 3
Em
I apply pressure to pussies,
they stunt and I pop (yeah)
Am
Em
Stand above 'em squeezing my pistol,
I'm sure that I got 'em (uh- huh)
Now, Peter Piper picked peppers
and run rocked rhymes
Am
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit,
Em
but I pop nines (brrat)
Tell niggas "Get the money right"
'cause I got mine (uh- huh)
Am
And I'm around, quit playing, nigga,
Em
you can't shine
You gon' be that next chump
to end up in the trunk
After being hit by the pump,
is that what you want?
Verse 4
Em
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
Am
Em
Hit the clutch, hit the gear,
hit the gas and I'm gone
Verse 5
Em
Am
Em
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
Am
I'ma take it to the top, for sure,
Em
I'ma make it hot, baby
Verse 6
Em
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth,
Am
so smack him (woo)
Em
You holding a strap, he might come back,
so clap him (yeah)
React like a gangsta,
Am
or die like a gangsta for acting (come one)
Em
'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be
asking "What happened?"
Oh no, look who crept in with the .44
20- inch rims sitting on low-
pro's (uh- huh)
Am
Eastside, Westside, niggas know,
Em
yo, I'm loco (yeah)
Verse 7
Em
Even my mama said something really
wrong with my brain
Am
Niggas don't rob me,
Em
they know I'm down to die for my chain
G- Unit (yeah), we get
it popping in the hood
Am
Em
G- Unit (yeah), motherfucker,
what's good?
I'm waiting on niggas to act like
they don't know how to act
Am
Em
I had a sip of too much Jack,
I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking it's all rap
Am
Em
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc
say, "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
Verse 8
Em
If I can't do it, homie,
Am
Em
it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
Am
I'ma take it to the top, for sure,
Em
I'ma make it hot, baby
Verse 9
Em
I invented how to teach lessons
to slow learners
Am
Go 'head act up,
Em
get smacked in the head with the burner (ah)
I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty
Am
Em
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga,
ya heard me? (Yeah)
When streetlights come on niggas
blast the nines (uh- huh)
Am
Get locked up,
Em
they read books to pass the time (woo)
In the game there's ups and downs
so I stay on the grind
Am
Em
Niggas on my dick more than my bitch,
I stay on they mind
Verse 10
Em
They ain't nothing they could do
to stop my shine (uh- uh)
Am
Em
This is God's plan, homie,
this ain't mine
I played the music loud,
so Grandpa called me a nuisance
Am
And Grandma who always gotta
Em
throw in her two cents
I'm the drop- out who made more
money than these teachers
Am
Em
Roofless like the coupe,
but I come with more features
I am what I am,
you could like it or love it
Am
Em
It feels good to blow 50 grand
and think nothing of it, fuck it
Verse 11
Em
Am
Em
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
Am
I'ma take it to the top, for sure,
Em
I'ma make it hot, baby, baby
Verse 12
Em
If I can't do it, homie,
Am
Em
it can't be done
Now I'ma let the
champagne bottle pop
Am
I'ma take it to the top, for sure,
Em
I'ma make it hot, baby, baby
Verse 13
Em
Uh- huh
Am
Em
I'ma make it hot
Dr. Dre
Aftermath
Am
Em
Shady
Outro 1
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