Yea, ha ha, yea, yea



[Hook: 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 pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop

Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta

Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes

I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines

Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz 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 whut you want?

Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out

Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta

You could find a nigga sittin on chrome

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas