{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":10074307,"song":"If I Can't","artist":"50 Cent","content_type":"chord","tab_type":null,"url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11655590-if-i-can-t-chords-by-50-cent/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/10074307?type=chord","rating":null,"votes":null,"content":"Intro:\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nI apply pressure to pussies\nThey stunt and I pop\nStand above 'em squeezing my pistol\nI'm sure that I got 'em (uh-huh)‎\nNow, Peter Piper picked peppers\nAnd run rocked rhymes\nI'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit\nBut I pop nines (brrat)‎\nTell niggas "Get the money\nRight" 'cause I got mine (uh-huh)‎\nAnd I'm around, quit playing\nNigga, you can't shine\nYou gon' be that next chump\nTo end up in the trunk\nAfter being hit by the pump\nIs that what you want?‎\nBe easy, nigga, I'll lay your\nAss out\nBelieve me, nigga\nThat's what I'm about, gangsta\nYou could find a nigga sitting\nOn chrome\nHit the clutch, hit the gear\nHit the gas and I'm gone\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nI'm down for the action\nHe smart with his mouth,\nSo smack him (woo)\nYou holding a strap\nHe might come back,\nSo clap him (yeah)‎\nReact like a gangsta\nOr die like a gangsta\nFor acting (come one)\n'Cause you'll get hit and\nHomicide'll be asking\n"What happened?"‎\nOh no, look who crept in\nWith the .44\n20-inch rims sitting on low-pro's\nEastside, Westside, niggas know\nYo, I'm loco (yeah)‎\nEven my mama said something\nReally wrong with my brain\nNiggas don't rob me\nThey know I'm down to\nDie for my chain\nG-Unit (yeah)‎\nWe get it popping in the hood\nG-Unit\nMotherfucker, what's good?‎\nI'm waiting on niggas to\nAct like they don't know how to act\nI had a sip of too much Jack\nI'll blow 'em off the map\nWith the MAC, thinking\nIt's all rap\n'Til that ass get clapped\nAnd Doc say\n"It's a wrap"\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nI invented how to teach lessons\nTo slow learners\nGo 'head act up\nGet smacked in the head with\nThe burner (ah)‎\nI don't fight fair,\nI'm dirty, dirty\nI'm from Southside Jamaica\nQueens, nigga, ya heard me? (Yeah)‎\nWhen streetlights come on\nNiggas blast the nines (uh-huh)‎\nGet locked up\nThey read books to pass the time\nIn the game there's ups and\nDowns so I stay on the grind\nNiggas on my dick more\nThan my bitch\nI stay on they mind\nThey ain't nothing they could\nDo to stop my shine (uh-uh)‎\nThis is God's plan\nHomie, this ain't mine\nI played the music loud\nSo Grandpa called me a nuisance\nAnd Grandma who always gotta\nThrow in her two cents\nI'm the drop-out who made\nMore money than these teachers\nRoofless like the coupe\nBut I come with more features\nI am what I am\nYou could like it or love it\nIt feels good to blow 50 grand\nAnd think nothing of it\nFuck it\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nBridge:\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nEnding:","plain_text":"Intro:\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nI apply pressure to pussies\nThey stunt and I pop\nStand above 'em squeezing my pistol\nI'm sure that I got 'em (uh-huh)‎\nNow, Peter Piper picked peppers\nAnd run rocked rhymes\nI'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit\nBut I pop nines (brrat)‎\nTell niggas "Get the money\nRight" 'cause I got mine (uh-huh)‎\nAnd I'm around, quit playing\nNigga, you can't shine\nYou gon' be that next chump\nTo end up in the trunk\nAfter being hit by the pump\nIs that what you want?‎\nBe easy, nigga, I'll lay your\nAss out\nBelieve me, nigga\nThat's what I'm about, gangsta\nYou could find a nigga sitting\nOn chrome\nHit the clutch, hit the gear\nHit the gas and I'm gone\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nI'm down for the action\nHe smart with his mouth,\nSo smack him (woo)\nYou holding a strap\nHe might come back,\nSo clap him (yeah)‎\nReact like a gangsta\nOr die like a gangsta\nFor acting (come one)\n'Cause you'll get hit and\nHomicide'll be asking\n"What happened?"‎\nOh no, look who crept in\nWith the .44\n20-inch rims sitting on low-pro's\nEastside, Westside, niggas know\nYo, I'm loco (yeah)‎\nEven my mama said something\nReally wrong with my brain\nNiggas don't rob me\nThey know I'm down to\nDie for my chain\nG-Unit (yeah)‎\nWe get it popping in the hood\nG-Unit\nMotherfucker, what's good?‎\nI'm waiting on niggas to\nAct like they don't know how to act\nI had a sip of too much Jack\nI'll blow 'em off the map\nWith the MAC, thinking\nIt's all rap\n'Til that ass get clapped\nAnd Doc say\n"It's a wrap"\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nI invented how to teach lessons\nTo slow learners\nGo 'head act up\nGet smacked in the head with\nThe burner (ah)‎\nI don't fight fair,\nI'm dirty, dirty\nI'm from Southside Jamaica\nQueens, nigga, ya heard me? (Yeah)‎\nWhen streetlights come on\nNiggas blast the nines (uh-huh)‎\nGet locked up\nThey read books to pass the time\nIn the game there's ups and\nDowns so I stay on the grind\nNiggas on my dick more\nThan my bitch\nI stay on they mind\nThey ain't nothing they could\nDo to stop my shine (uh-uh)‎\nThis is God's plan\nHomie, this ain't mine\nI played the music loud\nSo Grandpa called me a nuisance\nAnd Grandma who always gotta\nThrow in her two cents\nI'm the drop-out who made\nMore money than these teachers\nRoofless like the coupe\nBut I come with more features\nI am what I am\nYou could like it or love it\nIt feels good to blow 50 grand\nAnd think nothing of it\nFuck it\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nBridge:\nIf I can't do it\nHomie, it can't be done\nNow I'ma let the champagne\nBottle pop\nI'ma take it to the top\nFor sure, I'ma make it hot, baby\nEnding:","chords":["G"]}