How we do [Remix]
Eazy-EAw yeah, let's take a tripJust sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slipOn a funky dope track, jump backStrapped with the fat Buddha sac and a '78 lacOh clean, gangsta lean, I got greenBud, I serve dubs like it ain't nothingI hang with OG playas, don't set tripOr you might get what we call a rat packI don't slack when it come to streetsI kick real G funk to a gangsta beatIt's so sweet when you got money to spendI got a proper big tilt an' a fly big BenzI make ends, spend my dough oh no foThat's how it is and that's how it goAct like you know, when I creep real slowGivin' love to the playas that I know is real
2PacEver since a nigga was a seedOnly thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'Ridin' on these niggaz 'cause they lameIn a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this gameCan you feel me? blame it on my mommaI'm a thug nigga, up befo' the sun riseQuicker than the drug dealers, tell me if it's onNigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em upWestside! Ain't nobody love me as a broke niggaFinger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke, niggazI love my females strapped, then fuck 'em from the backI get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm atRidin', passed by while these niggaz wonder whyI got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to tryDid I cry? hell nah nigga tear shedFor all my homies in the pen, many peers deadNiggaz still ballin'
(hook - 50 Cent)This is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some loveThis is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some love
2PacNow everybody wanna see us deadTwo murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the headNiggaz holla out my name and its similar to wayMothafuckas know I'm comin' so they runnin' to they gravesWatch, swoop down with my nigga from the Pound(Eazy!) Don't give a fuck were you coward niggaz nowBlast, keep pumpin', ain't worried bout nuttin'Busters thought we was frontin' so reload and keep dumpin'
Eazy-EDump on fools with a quicknessAnd they got no cure for this sicknessI get payed for the way that I kick thisLike a G'sta, an OG'sta (And who's dat?)A real playa named EazyAnd I live my life straight crazyDon't need no punk-fools payin meAnd broke groupies and hoochies don't faze meI take two steps back and release myselfTo put platinum and gold on my record shelfI don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up izBefo' you do a record partna handle ya biznessAnd don't get caught slippin' on the underOr you might wonda, "What's up on them ends, G?"I call a spade a spade and get payedG showed the way so I give love to 'em
The GameI put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-FourWhite walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbsHit one switch mang, that ass so lowCali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokesTouch me, tease me, kiss me, please meI give it to ya just how you like it, girlYou know I'm rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hipGold chain on my chest (ah!)
50 Cent50, unh, Bentley, unhEm came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slumAutomatic, gunFuck 'em one-on-oneWe wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya doneHomie, it's Game time
The GameYou ready? Here I comeCall Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunkIt took two, monthsBut Fifty got it doneSigned with G-unitHad niggas like, "huh?"Don't try to frontI'll leave yo' ass, slumpedThinkin I'm a punkGet your fuckin' head, lumpedFifty got a, gun
50 CentReady here he comeGotta sick, vendettaTo get this, cheddaMeet my Ba, RettaThe dra-ma, settaSip Am-a, rettaMy flow sounds, bettaThan averageOn tracks I'm a savageI damageAny nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)