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 I - Game
Fresh like, uhh; Impala, uhh
Crome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga better, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk
Come get, some
Pistol grip, palm
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
It's red, rum
Ready here it, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when
Master P was sayin
"Uhhhh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm banging with my hand up
her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case
a nigga wanna, stunt

Verse II - 50 Cent
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro's so look like
I'm riding on blades
In one year man, a nigga so paid
I have a straight bitch
in the telly goin both
ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
Your now rockin with the best,
trey-pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off,
and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money,
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I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just
here to get my cash
goosy ass bitches you can kiss my ass

Hook

Verse III - 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
Your know rockin with the best
fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent

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

Game
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this
motherfucker, crunked
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 it 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 (Gun Shot Sound)