How We Do Lyrics

Eazy-E
Aw 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 lac
Oh clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't nothing
I hang with OG playas, don't set trip
Or you might get what we call a rat pack
I don't slack when it come to streets
I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt an' a fly big Benz
I make ends, spend 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 real

2Pac
Ever 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 befo' 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 up
Westside! 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, then fuck 'em 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 but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? hell nah nigga tear shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin'

(hook - 50 Cent)
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 love
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 love

2Pac
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and its similar to way
Mothafuckas know I'm comin' so they runnin' to they graves
Watch, swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
(Eazy!) Don't give a fuck were you coward niggaz now
Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried bout nuttin'
Busters thought we was frontin' so reload and keep dumpin'

Eazy-E
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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 (And who's 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 me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on my record shelf
I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up iz
Befo' you do a record partna handle ya bizness
And don't get caught slippin' on the under
Or you might wonda, "What's up on them ends, G?"
I call a spade a spade and get payed
G showed the way so I give love to 'em

The Game
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (ah!)

50 Cent
50, unh, Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time

The Game
You ready? 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 fuckin' head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun

50 Cent
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)