"If I Can't (Remix)"(feat. Jay-Z)
  [Intro - 50 Cent + (Jay-Z)]
  (YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
  I know you hear the footsteps
    [Chorus - 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 Run rocked rhymes
  Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit, but I pop nines
  Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cause 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 what you want
  Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
  Be-lieve me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta
  You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
  Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]
  Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
  'Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin' in the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
  Ma like the diamond will blind you at the show
  I don't shine, I glow, I remind you of that dough
  Don't I, did I, hustle the game, just the thought alone
  Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
  Can't out hustle a hustla
  You can't out play a player, this rap shit is a lay-up
  In my former buis' motherfuckers will spray ya
  In the music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff
  Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough
  When the camera's on, when the camera's gone
  Niggaz wanna set up meetings
  'Cause they know most likely when I see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'
  Windows no tints, cars, no rims
  That's because we handle ours, like grown men
  I ain't touch ya wheels, sent I drove the Ben'
  That's 'cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain't suit
  I'm just telling the truth, you Tom Cruise
  You can't handle it, handle it, nigga is what I do
  I try to be modest, on "Blueprint 2"
  Y'all don't respect modest, y'all respect my dollars
  You gotta believe, I think like an artist
  But my bills through the roof, can't do numbers like The Roots
  (Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnect
  But niggaz keep pulling me back in, trapped in
  My pops gotta live wit this order, my whole live in disordered
  And I just got his living room ordered
  And you wanna why the chip on my shoulders
  Is more like a brick or a boulder, you understand maybe, when you get older
  Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta
  Record like this or what have you, nigga's is back stabbing you
  Bitches mad at you, 'cause they can't have you
  Press wanna know about the daughter of Matthew
  Now it's back to the hood again, all Black hood again
  Back to old lady saying, what I coulda been
  Back to the gats, you forgot, I'm real good with them
  They gon' put a nigga in jail, oh well
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3 - 50 Cent + (Dr. Dre)]
  I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em
  You holdin' a strap, he might come back so clap 'em
  React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin'
  'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin, "What happened?"
  OH, NO, look who crept in with the FO', FO'
  Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO
  Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I'm LO-CO
  Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
  Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
  G-UNIT! we get it poppin' in the hood
  G-UNIT! motherfucker what's good
  I'm waitin' on niggaz to act like they don't know how to act
  I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
  With the Mac, thinkin it's all rap
  'Til that ass get clapped, and Doc say "It's a wrap"
  (It's a wrap, nigga)
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 4 - Jay-Z]
  I'm not the two, not the three, not the four, the five
  I take the pain from my life, pour it all inside
  Take my strain and my strife, take my ego and pride
  Used it to kick down the door, brought my people inside
  And I hope you, ain't think I wrote this
  To entertain you, that ain't what I came to do
  I will bang you, I will act like orangutan's do
  I give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angels
  Understand my angle, I'm safety first
  Don't make me act, like the safety don't work
  Tough niggaz get it the worst, I'm beggin you come for us
  I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
  I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learners
  Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
  I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
  I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya heard me
  When streetlights come on, niggaz blast the nines
  Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
  In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
  Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
  They ain't nothin' they could do, to stop my shine
  This is +God's Plan+ homey, this ain't mine
  I played the music loud so grandpa called me a nuisance
  And grandma, who always gotta throw her two cents
  I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers
  Roofless/ruthless like the Coupe, but I come with more features
  I am what I am, you could like it or love it
  It feels good to pull fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it
    [Chorus x2]
    [Outro - 50 Cent]
  Uh huh, hood make it hot
  Dr. Dre, Aftermath
  Shady, ha ha