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[Game
Its

[The Game
07 shit
We runnin' summers
in hummers
and tell my crew coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go without the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you in the big apple
Better keep hidin' 'for them Puerto kidnap you
9-3 ties
hatians in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't you
So who they gonna when they long nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black on the grip
We in the van with black tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We gonna twist dro'
and just wait 'til that rat out the that hole
No, the streets safe
When we see him we gonna eat that
No we gonna beat that case
Yeah, it's on again, two 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 with the real!)
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, cross the real!)
They call it murder call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it murder They call it They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, don't the real!)

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

Tryin' to peace with Dipset
but you ain't even 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 snitch hotline and get the monkeys
the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'
Then the God and tell him that your ass is comin'

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it 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 them up
We just shot the
Who drive the truck
the whole G-Unit, who lied to Buck
Fuck too, now that's for Big Face
I where you countin' your sheeps
have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that taste
You kiss Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, it's down nigga
and Los - it's my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found
the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We gonna do shit
I'll have your sit
So play like them is toy guns and is just music

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

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