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the game - how we do (remix) lyrics

[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
come 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 you know when i creep real slow
givin’ love to them players that i know is real g’s

[verse 2: 2pac]
now ever since a n-gg- was a seed
only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
still ballin’, ridin’ on these n-gg-s ‘cause they lame
in a ’61 chevy, still heavy in this game
can you feel me? blame it on my mama, i’m a thug n-gg-
up before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers
tell me if it’s on, n-gg-, then we first to bomb, bust
on these b-tch-made n-gg-s, hit ’em up!
westside! ain’t n-body loved me as a broke n-gg-
finger on the trigger, lord, forgive me if i smoke n-gg-s
i love my females strapped, no f-ckin’ from the back
i get my currency in stacks, california’s where i’m at
right? p-ssed by while these n-gg-s wondered why
i got shot but didn’t die, let ’em see who’s next to try
did i cry? h-ll nah, n-gg-, tears shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
n-gg-s 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
n-body 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
n-body 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
n-gg-s holler out my name and it’s similar to rape
mothaf-ckas know i’m coming, so they running to they graves
watch! swoop down with my n-gg- from the pound
‘cause (eazy) don’t give a f-ck
where you coward n-gg-s now?
blast, keep pumpin’, ain’t worried about nothin’
busters thought we was frontin’, 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 slippin’ 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, man, that -ss so low
cali got n-gg-s in new york ridin’ on hundred spokes
touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
i give it to you just how you like it, girl
you know i’m rocking with the best
four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (ah!)

[verse 6: 50 cent]
fifty, uh, bentley, uh
em came and got a n-gg- fresh out the slum
automatic gun, f-ck ’em one-on-one
we wrap up your punk -ss
stunt and you done, homie, it’s game time

[verse 7: the game]
you ready? here i come
call lloyd banks and get this mothaf-cker crunk
it took two months, but fifty got it done
signed with g-unit, had n-gg-s like “huh?”
don’t try to front, i’ll leave your -ss slumped
thinking i’m a punk
get your f-cking head lumped, fifty got a gun

[verse 8: 50 cent]
ready? here he come
gotta sick vendetta, to get this cheddar
meet my beretta, the drama setter
sip amaretta, my flow sounds better
than average, on tracks i’m a savage, i damage
any n-gg- tryin’ to front on my clique (g-unit!)

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