If I Can´t (Remix) chords and lyrics - 50 CENT, JAY-Z

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Yeah[Am]
[Em]
Haha, yeah
[Am]Yeah[Em]

[Verse 2]
If I can't [Em]do it, homie,
it [Am]can't [Em]be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top, for [Am]sure,
I'ma [Em]make it hot, baby

[Verse 3]
I apply pressure to [Em]pussies,
they stunt and I pop (yeah)
Stand [Am]above 'em squeezing [Em]my pistol,
I'm sure that I got 'em (uh- huh)
Now, Peter Piper picked peppers
and run rocked rhymes
I'm [Am]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)
And I'm [Am]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]
Be easy, nigga, [Em]I'll lay your ass out
Believe me, nigga,
that's what I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sitting on chrome
Hit [Am]the clutch, hit [Em]the gear,
hit the gas and I'm gone

[Verse 5]
If I can't [Em]do it, homie, it ca[Am]n't be[Em] done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top, for [Am]sure,
[Em]I'ma make it hot, baby

[Verse 6]
I'm down for the action, [Em]he smart with his mouth,
so smack [Am]him (woo)
You hold[Em]ing a strap, he might come back,
so clap him (yeah)
React like a gangsta,
or die like a gangsta for act[Am]ing (come one)
'Cause you'll get hit [Em]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)
Eastside, Westside, niggas [Am]know,
[Em]yo, I'm loco (yeah)

[Verse 7]
Even my mama said something [Em]really
wrong with my brain
Niggas don't [Am]rob me,
they know I'm down to [Em]die for my chain
G- Unit (yeah), we get
it popping in the hood
[Am]G- U[Em]nit (yeah), motherfucker,
what's good?
I'm waiting on niggas to act like
they don't know how to act
I had a [Am]sip of too m[Em]uch Jack,
I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking it's all rap
'Til that ass [Am]get clapped and [Em]Doc
say, "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Verse 8]
If I can't [Em]do it, homie,
it [Am]can't [Em]be done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top, for [Am]sure,
[Em]I'ma make it hot, baby

[Verse 9]
I invented how to teach [Em]lessons
to slow learners
Go 'head [Am]act up,
[Em]get smacked in the head with the burner (ah)
I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty
I'm from [Am]Southside Jamaica, Queens, [Em]nigga,
ya heard me? (Yeah)
When streetlights come on niggas
blast the nines (uh- huh)
Get [Am]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
Nig[Am]gas on my dick [Em]more than my bitch,
I stay on they mind

[Verse 10]
They ain't nothing [Em]they could do
to stop my shine (uh- uh)
This [Am]is God's plan, [Em]homie,
this ain't mine
I played the music loud,
so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grand[Am]ma who always gotta
[Em]throw in her two cents
I'm the drop- out who made more
money than these teachers
Roof[Am]less like the [Em]coupe,
but I come with more features
I am what I am,
you could like it or love it
It feels [Am]good to [Em]blow 50 grand
and think nothing of it, fuck it

[Verse 11]
If I can't [Em]do it, homie, it ca[Am]n't be[Em] done
Now I'ma let the champagne
bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top, for [Am]sure,
I'ma [Em]make it hot, baby, baby

[Verse 12]
If I can't [Em]do it, homie,
it [Am]can't [Em]be done
Now I'ma let the
champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top, for [Am]sure,
I'ma [Em]make it hot, baby, baby

[Verse 13]
Uh- [Em]huh
[Am]I'ma make [Em]it hot
Dr. Dre
Aftermath
[Am]Shad[Em]y

[Outro 1]
Haha
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