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[Hook:::50: Cent 2x] 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 [The


Game] Fresh

like Uhh Impala
Uhh Crome
hydraulics 808, drums U
don’t want none Nigga
betta run Want
beef its on I pop that trunk Come
get some pistol grip pump If
a nigga step on my white air ones Since
red rum Ready
hear it come Compton
Uhh Dre found me in a slump Selling
that stuff One
hand on my glock I
was selling rocks when Master P was. saying uhhh Buck
pass the blunt The
g-unit girls just wanna have fun Coke
and rum Got
weed on the tongue I'm
bangin with my hand up her dress like uhh I
Make her cum Purple
haze on my lung Whole
Gang in the front In
case a nigga wanna stunt [50

cent] I

put Lambourgini doors on da Es-ca-lade Low
pro so it look im riding on a planes In
one year man a nigga so great I
have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways Touch
me tease me kiss me please me I
give it to u just how u like it girl U
now rocking the best trey pound in my hips Teflon
on my chest They
say im no good Cuz
Im so hood Rich
folks do not want me around Cuz
shit might pop off And
if shit pop off someone gonna get layed the fuck out They
called me new money Say
I Have no Class I'm
from the bottom i came up to fast The
hell if I care I'm
just here to get my cash Boojie
ass bitches u could kiss my ass [Hook

2x – - 50 cent] [The

Game] I'm
the Gold Daytona On
tha cherry 64’ White
walls so clean it’s like I’m riding on Vouges Hit
one switch man That
ass so low Cali
got niggas in new york riding on 100 Spokes Touch
me tease me kiss me please me I
give it to u just how u like it girl U
now rocking wit the best 4 pound on my hip Gold
chain on my chest Ahhhh [50!

Cent] 50

Uhh Bentley
Uhh Em
came and got a nigga fresh out of slump Automatic
gun fuck, a one on one Barrat
Pump ya punk ass Stuntin’ Ya done Homey
its game time [The

Game] Ready
here it comes Call
lloyd banks and get this motherfucker crunk It
took two months but
50 got it done Signed
wit g-unit had niggas like huh Don’t
try to front I'll
leave your ass slump Thinking
im a punk Get
your fucking head blown 50
got a gun [50


Cent] Ready

here it comes Got
a sick bandana to get this cheddar My
Beretta the drama Setter Sip
ar-ma-retta My
flows sound better then average on track I’m
a savage I Damage Any
nigga tryna front on my click G-UNIT



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