DJ Steve      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 the fat Buddha sac   And a '78 lac      Oh clean, gangsta lean   I got green, bud, I serve dubs   Like it ain't no thang   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 streets   I get real G funk to a gangsta beat   It's so sweet when you got money to spend   I got a proper big tilt 'n a fly big Benz   I make ends      Spend my dough, oh no fo   That's how it is and that's how it go   Act like you know when I creep real slow   Givin' love to the playas that I know is real      Ever since a nigga was a seed   Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary   Still ballin', ridin on these niggaz '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 niggaz hit 'em up      Westside   Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga   Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggaz   I love my females strapped, love fuckin' from the back   I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at ridin'      Passed by while these niggaz wonder why   I got shot and didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try   Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tear shed      For all my homies in the pen   Many peers dead, niggaz still ballin'      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      Now everybody wanna see us dead   Two murdered on the front page   Shot to death, bullets to the head      Niggaz holla out my name   And i'ts similar to rain   Mothafuckas know I'm comin'   So they runnin' to they graves      Watch, swoop down   With my nigga from the pound   Don't give a fuck   Would you coward niggaz now blast?      Keep pumpin'   Ain't worried bout nuttin'   Busters thought we was frontin'   So reload and keep dumpin'      Dump on fools with a quickness   And they got no cure for this sickness   I get payed for the way that I kick this   Like a G'sta, an OG'sta   (A whos dat?)      A real playa named Eazy   And I live my life straight crazy   Don't need no punk fools payin' me   And broke groupies and hoochies don't faze me      I take two steps back and release myself   To put platinum and gold on a record shelf   I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up is   Before you do a record, partna, handle the bizness      And don't get caught slippin' on the under   Or you might wonda whats up on them ends G   I call a spade, a spade and get payed   G showed the way so I give love to 'em      I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64   White walls so clean, looks like I'm ridin' on blobs   Hit one switch, mayne, 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 now rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip   Gold chain on my chest   (Ah)      50 uh, Bentley uh   'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum   Automatic gun, fuck 'em one on one   We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt ya done   Homie, its Game time      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   Thinkin' I'm a punk   Get your fucking head lumped   Fifty got a gun      Ready, here he come   Gotta sick vendetta to get this chedda   Wit' my Beretta, the dramasetta      Sip Amaretto   My flow sounds betta than average   On tracks I'm a savage, I damage   Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique   (G-Unit)