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How We Do

DJ SteveAw yeah, let's take a trip

Just sit back and light a spliff

With this and don't slip

On a funky dope track, jump back

Strapped with the fat Buddha sac

And a '78 lacOh clean, gangsta lean

I got green, bud, I serve dubs

Like it ain't no thang

I hang with OG

Playas don't set trip

Or you might get

What we call a rat packI don't slack when it come to streets

I get real G funk to a gangsta beat

It's so sweet when you got money to spend

I got a proper big tilt 'n a fly big Benz

I make endsSpend my dough, oh no fo

That's how it is and that's how it go

Act like you know when I creep real slow

Givin' love to the playas that I know is realEver since a nigga was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary

Still ballin', ridin on these niggaz 'cause they lame

In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game

Can you feel me?Blame it on my momma, I'm a thug nigga

Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch, made niggaz hit 'em upWestside

Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggaz

I love my females strapped, love fuckin' from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at ridin'Passed by while these niggaz wonder why

I got shot and didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try

Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tear shedFor all my homies in the pen

Many peers dead, niggaz still ballin'This is how we do

We make a move and act a fool

While we up in the club

This is how we do

Nobody do it like we do it

So show us some loveThis is how we do

We make a move and act a fool

While we up in the club

This is how we do

Nobody do it like we do it

So show us some loveNow everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page

Shot to death, bullets to the headNiggaz holla out my name

And i'ts similar to rain

Mothafuckas know I'm comin'

So they runnin' to they gravesWatch, swoop down

With my nigga from the pound

Don't give a fuck

Would you coward niggaz now blast?Keep pumpin'

Ain't worried bout nuttin'

Busters thought we was frontin'

So reload and keep dumpin'Dump on fools with a quickness

And they got no cure for this sickness

I get payed for the way that I kick this

Like a G'sta, an OG'sta

(A whos dat?)A real playa named Eazy

And I live my life straight crazy

Don't need no punk fools payin' me

And broke groupies and hoochies don't faze meI take two steps back and release myself

To put platinum and gold on a record shelf

I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up is

Before you do a record, partna, handle the biznessAnd don't get caught slippin' on the under

Or you might wonda whats up on them ends G

I call a spade, a spade and get payed

G showed the way so I give love to 'emI put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64

White walls so clean, looks like I'm ridin' on blobs

Hit one switch, mayne, that ass so low

Cali got niggas in New York ridin' on hundred spokesTouch me, tease me, kiss me, please me

I give it to ya just how you like it girl

Your now rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip

Gold chain on my chest

(Ah)50 uh, Bentley uh

'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum

Automatic gun, fuck 'em one on one

We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt ya done

Homie, its Game timeReady? Here I come

Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk

It took two months but Fifty got it done

Signed with G-unit, had niggas like 'Huh'Don't try to front, I'll leave yo ass slumped

Thinkin' I'm a punk

Get your fucking head lumped

Fifty got a gunReady, here he come

Gotta sick vendetta to get this chedda

Wit' my Beretta, the dramasettaSip Amaretto

My flow sounds betta than average

On tracks I'm a savage, I damage

Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique

(G-Unit)

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