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[The talking] 07 shit We through summers in dual and tell them my coming for war
1] AY YO! I can't let the day go without the K go Now watch his blow, YAYO! you hidin' in the big apple Better keep 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you 9-3 ties hatians down in (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 nose you Potato on the mussel, black on the grip We in the van with black tape on your bitch She gonna us where you at We gonna twist that and just wait that rat come out the that hole No, the streets ain't we see him we gonna eat that face No body we gonna beat case Yeah, it's on again, two of patron I'm in Drive slow and let the chrome extend
[Chorus:(The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...) (You fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (Nigga, don't the real!) They call it They call it murder They call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...) They call it (You fuck with the real!) They call it murder call it murder They call it murder They call it murder (Nigga, don't the real!)
2] What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on (HOMO!) Pull up that van on his (Nope) We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid Eyewitness news, been a kidnappin' 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem Sit by the phone, wait it's your daddy callin' Nah, we don't get down that but 50's momma we'll put you in the like that Tryin' to make peace Dipset but you ain't even address the beef Jin yet It's on now, better dr. Ben and Russell Set up a peace treaty or go get muscle Call the lighty brothers, all your lil' flunkies Call the snitch 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 fuck with the real!) Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (Never the real!) They call it murder call it murder They call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...) They call it (You fuck with the real!) They call it murder They call it They call it murder They call it murder (Never the real!)
3] This ain't "Ether", nah, ain't "Hit 'em up" This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna them 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 where you countin' your I'll some Crips waitin' youtube banger, me how that clip taste You kiss Akisha in that mouth, me how my dick taste(uhh) I got the crown nigga, going down nigga and Los Angelesss - it's my nigga! I got a place where bodies don't get found Where the sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Look at them flinchin' We ain't gonna do I'll 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, murder, 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!) call it murder They call it murder They call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...) They it murder (Niggaz can't fuck the real!) They call it murd... They call it murder They call it They call it murd... (Don't with the real!)
[The Game Blackwall Street nigga! Its 07, we can't be with Try and die, I run the world, on!