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How We Do (Remix) Lyrics

Ft: 2Pac, 50 Cent & Eazy-E

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[Verse 1: 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 a fat buddha sack and a 7-8 'lac
Don't clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
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 street
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 and a fly-big Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them players that I know is real


[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'
Ridin on these niggas 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 niggas hit 'em up, Westside
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, no fuckin' from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggas 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


[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggas holler out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm coming, so they running to they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause (Eazy) don't give a fuck, where you coward niggas now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nothin'
Busters thought we was fronting, so reload and keep dumpin'


[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
Dump on fools with a quickness
And they got no cure for the sickness
I get paid for the way that I kick this
Like a G-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)
A real player named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools paying me
And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on the record shelf
I don't brag, but I tell it like it straight-up is
Before you do a record, partner, handle your business
And don't get caught slipping on the under
Or you might wonder (What's up with them ends, G?)
I call a spade a spade and get paid
G's show the way, so I give love to 'em


[Verse 5: Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs
Hit one switch mane, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York riding 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 rocking with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)


[Verse 6: 50 Cent & Game]
[50 Cent]
50, uh
Bentley, uh
Em came and 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


[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
Thinking I'm a punk
Get your fucking head lumped
Fifty got a gun


[50 Cent]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick vendetta
To get this chedda
Meet my Ba-retta
The drama 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!)

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