[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, 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!)