This How We Eat

Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know
 We make money, we eat, we feed
 Pay attention - (Beitch!!)
 Uhh, yeah, come on
 Uhh uhh, make some music
 Dogg House, you know
 Short Dog peep game, come on
 I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
 No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
 Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up
 We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub
 Whattchu know about sellin dope
 But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap
 Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too short, no doubt
 Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
 These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game
 O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch I'm the same
 Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
 Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
 Made thirteen albums in a row
 Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe
 It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
 You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
 We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
 We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
 We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
 We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
 Fuck a business suit, I'm out to where we juice
 Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot
 Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel
 Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field
 With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
 Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out
 You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout
 Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out
 I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang
 Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed
 Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
 What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga)
 Call somebody, I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody
 It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money
 I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
 Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime
 Just keep gettin that money mayne
 Fuck them niggaz, yeah
 That's how we eat
 We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
 We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
 (Check it out)
 Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick
 Do yo' thang and get rich
 Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got
 You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot
 Ask anybody; I stay paid
 Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid
 Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
 I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough
 I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
 I ride brand new shit down the street
 Life is a game of chess, who plays the best
 Is the last one that's laid to rest
 I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard
 To be a real ghetto superstar
 Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be
 If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see, that's game
 We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
 We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
 We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
 We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
 Catch me headed out west, Impala drive
 And when they see balkin and be talkin bout kalapa
 Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
 It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big
 Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?)
 Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches
 I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?)
 Came home to it, then we flipped the notice
 Now we big crib livin, Rockland and non-stop
 With hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!)
 And it's just the beginnin (what?)
 Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin
 Big Tigger, Too short, drops it so mean
 That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens
 Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
 When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics
 Y'all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight
 Too short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig oh boy
 Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin the cat
 Chase that money, well unless you know
 The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga!
 Let's go, oh boy