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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, unhh; Impala, unnh

Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums

You don't want, none

Nigga betta, run

When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum

Come get, some

Pistol grip, pump

If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones

Since red, rum

Ready here I, come

Compton, unh

Dre found me in the, slums

Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun

I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"

Buck pass the blunt

These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun

Coke and rum

Got weed on the ton

I'm bangin 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-co-lade

Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades

In one year mang, a nigga's 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

You know I'm rockin with the best tre 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, say I have no class

I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast

The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash

Bougie 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 niggaz 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

You know I'm 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, crunk

It took two, months

But Fifty got it done

Signed with G-unit

Had niggaz 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 he 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 (G-Unit!)

There's husbandry in heaven;

Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me.

And yet i would not sleep.

Merciful powers restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose

Well if you wanted honesty, That's all you had to say.

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.

For all the dirty looks,

For photographs your boyfriend took,

Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second story?



I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

You wear me out.



What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?

(I'm not okay)

I told you time and time again you sing the words but still don't know what they mean

To be a joke and look

Another line without a hook

I held you close as we both shook for the last time

Take a good hard look!



I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

You wear me out.



Forget about the dirty looks

The photographs your boyfriend took?

You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed



I'm okay.

I'm okay!

I'm okay, yeah

(I'm okay, yeah)



wish you were really hear listening to me

Because I'm telling you the truth

I realize I'm okay!

(Trust me.)



I'm not okay

I'm not okay

Well, I'm not okay

I'm not o-fucking-kay

I'm not okay

I'm not okay

(Okay)

I must go walk the wood so wind and wander here and there in dread and deadly fear for where I trusted I am beguiled and all for one. Thus I am banished from my bliss by craft and false pretence faultless without offense and of return no certainty is and all for love of one.

My bed shall be the greenwood tree a fuft of brakes under my head as if one from joy were fled thus from my life day by day I flee and all for one the running streams shall be my drink acorns shall be my food nothing may do me good but when of your love I do think and for all my love of this one.

Weep you no more, sad fountains

What need you flow so fast

Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's Sun doth gently waste

But my sun's heavenly eyes

View not your weeping

That now lies and sleeping softly

Now softly lies sleeping