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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We runnin' through
in dual
and tell them my coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big
Better keep hidin' 'for them Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them down in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when they long snipe you
Potato on the mussel, tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We gonna twist that
and just wait 'til that rat come out the hole
No, the streets ain't
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 streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(Nigga, don't the real!)

2]
What type of bitch put his hands on kids (HOMO!)
up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
Eyewitness news, there's been a
Feed 'em good, takin' home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your callin'
Nah, we don't get down that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground that

Tryin' to make peace with
but you ain't even the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and
Set up a peace treaty or go get some
Call the lighty brothers, call all lil' flunkies
the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 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, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't with 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 call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This ain't "Ether", nah, this "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick up
We just the coroner
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who lied to
Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face
I know you countin' your sheeps
I'll have some waitin'
youtube banger, me how that clip taste
You kiss Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my taste(uhh)
I got the nigga, it's 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 don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Henchmen
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We gonna do shit
I'll have your sit
So play like is toy guns and this is just music

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

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