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[Game
Its

[The Game
It's 07
We runnin' through
in hummers
and tell them my crew for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go without the K go
Now his face blow, YAYO!
Heard you in the big apple
Better keep hidin' 'for them Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
down in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't you
So who they gonna blame when they long nose you
on the mussel, black tape on the grip
We in the van with black tape on your bitch
She gonna us where you at
We twist that dro'
and just wait 'til that rat come out the that
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we gonna eat face
No body we gonna beat case
Yeah, on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, don't the real!)

2]
What type of niggaz put his hands on kids (HOMO!)
Pull up that van on his (Nope)
We do the kid slap,nah we do the kid snatchin'
Eyewitness news, there's a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just it's your daddy callin'
Nah, we get down like that
but 50's we'll put you in the ground like that

Tryin' to peace with Dipset
but you ain't even the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace treaty or go get some
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil'
Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an
Then call the God and tell him that your ass is

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the streets they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it They call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick up
We just shot the
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the G-Unit, who lied to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face
I know where you your sheeps
have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that taste
You kiss Akisha in mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, going down nigga
and Los - it's my town nigga!
I got a place where don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy
Look at them niggaz
We ain't do shit
I'll your crew sit
So play like them is toy guns and is just music

(The Game)]
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(Niggaz fuck with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They call it They call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

[The talking]
It's Street nigga!
Its 07, we can't be with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!