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[Game
Its

[The Game
07 shit
We runnin' through
in hummers
and them my crew coming for war

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

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't fuck the real!)
They 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 don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
news, there's been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the like that

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

[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 it murder (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 call it
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(Never the real!)

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

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

Game talking]
It's Blackwall nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!