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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We through summers
in hummers
and them my crew coming for war

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

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

2]
What of bitch 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 been a
Feed 'em good, takin' home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get like that
but momma we'll put you in the ground like that

Tryin' to make peace Dipset
but you even address the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace treaty or go get muscle
Call the brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'
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 with the real!)
Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(Never the real!)

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

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

[The talking]
Blackwall Street nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!