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) 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 niggas get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh) And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo)