How Do You Want It
2Pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Outlawz Lyrics


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How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Peep that shit why y'all spit now
Thinkin' it was done with
Pickin' all that gun shit
We gonna have some fun with
Why'all niggaz, small niggaz, hard niggaz
That got stopped, where the fuck why y'all niggaz
What's up Pac? shots then turn to slot
I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga
We got props for ya

Now I'm more than qualified
To be slangin' records nationwide
Bitch ass niggaz talkin' bout how they down to die
And why y'all ain't gotta ask no questions why
Partly to test the sky
You gotta be the best to try
Hoe ass niggaz dress too fly
To be talkin' bout lockin' heads
With a nigga that's Texas size
You fraud at, niggaz couldn't fuck with me if why y'all were 50 deep
And I was fucked up on a Friday in your best disguise
East or West side can I get some
Get done, break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys from the inside
So recognize and respect one of the best of my kind
No need to be checkin' mine
I got the Lexus side to side
Especially for catchin' eyes
They think that life, a part of life
Across the river in that fisher
With the thangs from fifty-five
Nigga flip that side
Try to lift what's mind
Get laid flat foo
'Cause with the tech, I'm a nifty guy

How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Peep that shit why y'all spit now
Thinkin' it was done with
Pickin' all that gun shit
We gonna have some fun with
Why'all niggaz, small niggaz, hard niggaz
That got stopped, where the fuck why y'all niggaz
What's up Pac? shots then turn to slot
I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga
We got props for ya

I'm skinny nigga
All one six five of me
Twist it up if ya want to side with me
Forty eight tracks
Slangin' studio rap bangers
Get home, when I attack it's danger
I'm sick of sober (oh)
Holy shit soldier

Full of if over and watch me try to take this bitch over
It's me and mine, brother
At all times like that
Do it the real way when why y'all just stuck out on wax

Yo
Now how do you want it
Do you want it in shots?
The Outlawz still comin'
If you ready or not
These mother fuckers is sleepin'
Don't think we a threat
Already a video and platinum
And we ain't even put out an album yet
Know where the holy is
My soul is pure
Ain't no door
To walk out this game of war
I still thank the lord
My mom duke don't smoke coke no more
Thuggin' for my family, I've been an outlaw

Been through all
For stealin' on niggaz who stealin' clothes out the mall
I went through all why y'all
Grab my balls
Outlawz, It's war
Help me, tell me what's wrong with your draw
Nigga you're more than raw
Now get the fuck off the floor
I'mma wire your jar
In the worst way
Nigga on my birthday
Desert Eagle so pollute the ear
That's how we celebrate
I meditate in a thug way
Fight back in the subway
If worst come to worst
Fuck this, rap shit is the thug way

I woke up early in the mornin'
Like I'm facin' the judge
Fuck the world
Stuck on Thug Life and I ain't gonna budge
Got a heart full of pain
And a brain full of sorrow
I got to break like two walls
For every muscle I swallow
So I was down from the get down
You nigga on his ground
Mind, controlled by crime
Facin' time completely blind
The deeper you'll find the traces of livin' this sadness
Lost souls in this midst of this madness
So how you want it
How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Peep that shit why y'all spit now
Thinkin' it was done with
Pickin' all that gun shit
We gonna have some fun with
Why'all niggaz, small niggaz, hard niggaz
That got stopped, where the fuck why y'all niggaz
What's up Pac? shots then turn to slot
I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga
We got props for ya

How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Peep that shit why y'all spit now
Thinkin' it was done with
Pickin' all that gun shit
We gonna have some fun with
Why'all niggaz, small niggaz, hard niggaz
That got stopped, where the fuck why y'all niggaz
What's up Pac? shots then turn to slot




I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga
We got props for ya

Overall Meaning

The song "How Do You Want It" by 2Pac & Boot Camp Clik feat. Outlawz is a hard-hitting track that talks about the power struggle within the rap industry. The lyrics depict a sense of aggression and passion to make it big in the game. The opening lines suggest that there is a lot of talk and rumors going around, but the artists are not intimidated by it. They are confident and ready to have fun with their music. The rappers take a dig at their competitors by saying that they are hard niggas that got stopped and wonder where they are now.


The song also showcases the talent of the artists, specifically 2Pac, who boasts about his qualifications as a record producer and his ability to create killer tracks. He doesn't shy away from calling out the fake 'hoe ass niggas' who talk big but don't have the courage to take on real challenges. He claims to be the best in the game and has no need to worry about competition. The song's primary theme seems to be toughness, resilience, and confidence.


In conclusion, "How Do You Want It" is an anthem of strength and power in the rap industry. The song holds up 25 years after its initial release during a time when rap music was still developing its sound and asserting its voice in popular culture. The lyrics and styles of the artists are indicative of the times and show a raw and unyielding determination from performers who were not afraid of challenging the norms.


Line by Line Meaning

We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Let's settle this dispute through physical altercation since you're talking disrespectfully.


Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Why did you stop talking trash abruptly?


Peep that shit why y'all spit now
I notice that you're running your mouth now.


Thinkin' it was done with, pickin' all that gun shit
I thought this was over, but you're still bringing up weapons and violence.


We gonna have some fun with Why'all niggaz, small niggaz, hard niggaz
We'll enjoy defeating you, regardless of your size or toughness.


That got stopped, where the fuck why y'all niggaz
Where are all of your tough talk and actions now that you're being confronted?


What's up Pac? shots then turn to slot
Hey 2Pac, we're backing you up and ready to shoot our enemies.


I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga
Our rivals are petrified in fear as we approach them.


We got props for ya
We're giving you respect and recognition for your skills and accomplishments.


Now I'm more than qualified to be slangin' records nationwide
I've proven myself to be an accomplished musician capable of nationwide success.


Bitch ass niggaz talkin' bout how they down to die
Cowards are boasting about their willingness to die in a street fight.


And why y'all ain't gotta ask no questions why
You're not questioning their motives for wanting to fight to the death.


Partly to test the sky
Perhaps to see how far they can push themselves in a fight until they die.


You gotta be the best to try
Only the strongest and most skilled can attempt such risky behavior.


Hoe ass niggaz dress too fly
Implies that their perceived toughness is not authentic - they dress too fancy to be real gangsters.


To be talkin' bout lockin' heads with a nigga that's Texas size
It's foolish of them to consider fighting someone as big and formidable as a Texan.


You fraud at, niggaz couldn't fuck with me if why y'all were 50 deep
Even if they brought 50 people, they wouldn't stand a chance against me.


And I was fucked up on a Friday in your best disguise
Even if I was drunk and not at my best, they still wouldn't be able to defeat me.


East or West side can I get some
Can I get some support or backup from my fellow gang members regardless of our location?


Get done, break up the pieces and does the best decide
Those who survive the battle will determine who came out victorious in the end.


Hit ya with that pesticide
I'll kill you with powerful, toxic lyrics that will never let you forget this loss.


I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I protect my wealth and reputation at all times, with my entourage and skills by my side.


I'm killin' these wise guys from the inside
I'll defeat my smartest enemies using their own weaknesses and secrets against them.


So recognize and respect one of the best of my kind
Acknowledge and show reverence to a top-tier artist like myself.


No need to be checkin' mine
Don't try to test my talent or skills since they're already established.


I got the Lexus side to side
I drive luxurious and flashy cars from my success in music.


Especially for catchin' eyes
I want to attract attention and impress others with my status and wealth.


They think that life, a part of life
People view this violent, dangerous lifestyle as a normal part of life.


Across the river in that fisher, with the thangs from fifty-five
Across the river lies a place where you can buy firearms and drugs from Route 55.


Nigga flip that side, try to lift what's mind, get laid flat foo
If you try to steal my possessions or disrespect me, you'll end up beaten to the ground.


'Cause with the tech, I'm a nifty guy
I'm confident in my ability to use firearms effectively and cleverly against my enemies.


I'm skinny nigga, all one six five of me
Despite my small build of 165lbs, I'm still strong and skilled enough to defeat larger foes.


Twist it up if ya want to side with me
If you want to support me, follow my style and methods of approaching conflict.


Forty eight tracks, slangin' studio rap bangers
I produce and release high-quality rap songs that are well-known and respected in the industry.


Get home, when I attack it's danger
When I bring my aggression and skills to the forefront, it's not to be taken lightly.


I'm sick of sober (oh), holy shit soldier
I'm tired of being subdued and obedient - I want to unleash my inner soldier and fight back.


Full of if over and watch me try to take this bitch over
My passion and willpower are overflowing, and I'm making it my goal to become successful and influential.


It's me and mine, brother, at all times like that
I'm often accompanied by my closest friends and crew, and they always have my back in difficult times.


Do it the real way when why y'all just stuck out on wax
I make real, authentic music while others are faking or copying my style.


The Outlawz still comin', if you ready or not
My group and I will always be present and unyielding, whether our enemies are prepared or not.


These mother fuckers are sleepin', don't think we a threat
Our rivals are underestimating us and ignoring our potential.


Already a video and platinum, and we ain't even put out an album yet
We've already achieved commercial success and recognition even without releasing a full album yet.


Know where the holy is, my soul is pure
I have a profound understanding of what is sacred and valuable in life, and my intentions are noble and sincere.


Ain't no door to walk out this game of war
There's no easy way out of this dangerous lifestyle and constant conflict, it's a constant battle.


I still thank the lord, my mom duke don't smoke coke no more
I'm grateful that my mother has overcome her drug addiction and can now live a better life.


Thuggin' for my family, I've been an outlaw
I engage in criminal activities to provide for my family and loved ones, and I'm proud of my rebellious reputation.


Been through all why y'all, grab my balls
I've endured through all difficulties and challenges while maintaining my defiance and pride.


Outlawz, it's war, help me, tell me what's wrong with your draw
We are soldiers in a constant battle, always ready to help and fight together. Let me know if you need assistance with your weapons.


Nigga you're more than raw, now get the fuck off the floor
You're no match for me and my group, so stop fighting and give up now.


I'mma wire your jar in the worst way, nigga on my birthday
I'll cause significant harm to your head and brain through physical force, even if it's on my birthday.


Desert Eagle so pollute the ear, that's how we celebrate
We shoot loud guns like the Desert Eagle to celebrate our victory and intimidate our enemies.


I meditate in a thug way, fight back in the subway
I practice and focus my thoughts in a gangster-like manner and am ready to fight even in public places like subways.


If worst come to worst, fuck this, rap shit is the thug way
If things really go south, I'll resort to violence and have no problem with leaving the rap industry behind.


I woke up early in the mornin' like I'm facin' the judge
I wake up with a feeling of anxiety and dread as if I'm about to face consequences for my actions.


Fuck the world, stuck on Thug Life and I ain't gonna budge
I have no regard for society or its rules, and I have full commitment to my gangster lifestyle.


Got a heart full of pain and a brain full of sorrow
I'm constantly dealing with emotional and mental turmoil from my difficult life.


I got to break like two walls for every muscle I swallow
I have to endure and persevere through significant hardships and pain to succeed and survive.


So I was down from the get down, you nigga on his ground
I was at rock-bottom, but now I'm back on my feet and assertive again.


Mind, controlled by crime, facin' time completely blind
My thoughts and behavior are influenced by my criminal activities, and I'm facing potential prison time with uncertainty.


The deeper you'll find the traces of livin' this sadness, lost souls in this midst of this madness
The more you delve into my experiences, the more you'll uncover the devastating effects and consequences of this lifestyle.


So how do you want it
What is your preferred method of confrontation or resolution?




Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DJ SAMMY B, JEROME FOSTER

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