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[Game
Its

[The talking]
It's 07
We runnin' through
in dual
and tell my crew coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you in the big apple
keep hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 ties
down in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them down in Miami
Fat Joe don't with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame they long nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black tape on the
We in the A-Team van with black tape on bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We twist that dro'
and just 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets safe
When we see him we eat that face
No we gonna beat that case
Yeah, on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They call it murder They it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You can't with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder call it murder
(Nigga, cross 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, home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy
Nah, we don't get like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the like that

Tryin' to make with Dipset
but you ain't even address the with Jin yet
It's on now, call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a treaty or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil'
Call the snitch and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an
Then call the God and tell him 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 call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it murder They it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never the real!)

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

(The Game)]
Out in the streets they it murder (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...)
(Don't ever the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(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 with the real!)

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