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(Eazy E)

DJ STEVE!!

Aww Yea
lets take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff
with this and dont 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 aint no thang
i hang with OG
playas dont set trip
or you might get what we call a rat pack
i dont slack when it come to streets
i get real g funk to a gangsta beat
its 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
thats how it is
and thats how it go
act like you know
when i creep real slow
givin love to the playas that i know is real

(2Pac)

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
Im a thug nigga
Up befo 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
then fuck em from the back
I get my currency in stacks
Californias where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these niggaz wonder why
I got shot and didnt die
let em see whos next to try
Did I cry
hell nah nigga tear shed
for all my homies in the pen
many peers dead
Niggaz 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

(2Pac)
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 its similar to way
Mothafuckas know Im comin
so they runnin to they graves
watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
{Eazy}dont give a fuck
were you coward niggaz now
blast
Keep pumpin
ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin
so reload and keep dumpin

(Eazy E)

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
dont need no punk-fools payin me
and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me
i take two steps back and release myself
to put platinum and gold on my record shelf
i dont brag
but i tellem like it straight up iz
befo you do a record partna handle ya bizness
and dont 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

(The Game)

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64
White walls so clean looks like Im ridin on vogues
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 Cent)

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

(The Game)
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?"
Dont try to front
I'll leave yo ass slumped
Thinkin Im a punk
Get your fucking head lumped
Fifty got a gun

(50 Cent)

Ready here he come
Gotta sick ven-detta
To get this che-dda
wit my Ba-Retta
The dra-ma-setta
Sip Am-a-retta
My flow sounds betta
Than average
On tracks Im a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
(Eazy E)      DJ STEVE!!      Aww Yea   lets take a trip   just sit back and light a spliff   with this and dont 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 aint no thang   i hang with OG   playas dont set trip   or you might get what we call a rat pack   i dont slack when it come to streets   i get real g funk to a gangsta beat   its 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   thats how it is   and thats how it go   act like you know   when i creep real slow   givin love to the playas that i know is real      (2Pac)      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   Im a thug nigga   Up befo 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   then fuck em from the back   I get my currency in stacks   Californias where I'm at ridin'   Passed by while these niggaz wonder why   I got shot and didnt die   let em see whos next to try   Did I cry   hell nah nigga tear shed   for all my homies in the pen   many peers dead   Niggaz 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      (2Pac)   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 its similar to way   Mothafuckas know Im comin   so they runnin to they graves   watch   Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound   {Eazy}dont give a fuck   were you coward niggaz now   blast   Keep pumpin   ain't worried bout nuttin   Busters thought we was frontin   so reload and keep dumpin      (Eazy E)      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   dont need no punk-fools payin me   and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me   i take two steps back and release myself   to put platinum and gold on my record shelf   i dont brag   but i tellem like it straight up iz   befo you do a record partna handle ya bizness   and dont 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      (The Game)      I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64   White walls so clean looks like Im ridin on vogues   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 Cent)      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      (The Game)   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?"   Dont try to front   I'll leave yo ass slumped   Thinkin Im a punk   Get your fucking head lumped   Fifty got a gun      (50 Cent)      Ready here he come   Gotta sick ven-detta   To get this che-dda   wit my Ba-Retta   The dra-ma-setta   Sip Am-a-retta   My flow sounds betta   Than average   On tracks Im a savage   I damage   Any nigga tryin to front on my clique (G-Unit!)