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***a was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still ballin', ridin' on these n***as ‘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***a Up before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb, bust On these b**h-made n***as, hit 'em up! Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke n***a Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke n***as I love my females strapped, no f**in' from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at Right? Pa**ed by while these n***as wondered why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, n***a, tears shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead n***as 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 d**h, bullets to the head n***as holler out my name and it's similar to rape Mothaf**as know I'm coming, so they running to they graves Watch! Swoop down with my n***a from the Pound ‘Cause (Eazy) don't give a f** Where you coward n***as 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 a** so low Cali got n***as 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***a fresh out the slum Automatic gun, f** 'em one-on-one We wrap up your punk a** 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**er crunk It took two months, but Fifty got it done Signed with G-Unit, had n***as like "huh?" Don't try to front, I'll leave your a** slumped Thinking I'm a punk Get your f**ing 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***a tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)