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[Game
Its

[The Game
It's 07
We through summers
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 in the big apple
Better hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians down in
Fat Joe fuck with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when they long nose you
on the mussel, black tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black tape on bitch
She gonna us where you at
We twist that dro'
and just wait that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets safe
When we see him we gonna eat face
No body we beat that case
Yeah, on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive and let the motherfuckin' 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 call it
(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 They call it murder
(Nigga, don't the real!)

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

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

[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 call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it They call 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 dead bodies, who gonna pick up
We shot the coroner
Who gonna drive the
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who lied to
Fuck too, now that's for Big Face
I where you countin' your sheeps
I'll have Crips waitin'
banger, tell me how that clip taste
You Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, it's going nigga
and Los Angelesss - my town nigga!
I got a where bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
at them niggaz flinchin'
We ain't do shit
I'll your crew sit
So play like them is toy guns and this is just

(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 call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(Niggaz can't with the real!)
call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't with the real!)

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