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[Game
Its

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

1]
AY YO!
I let the day go without lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep hidin' 'for Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians down in
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas like you
So who they gonna when they long nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black tape on the
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your
She tell us where you at
We gonna twist that
and just wait 'til that rat out the that hole
No, the streets safe
we see him we gonna eat that face
No body we gonna beat that
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of I'm in
slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the they call it murder (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, don't the real!)
call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You can't 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, there's a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play Harlem
Sit by the phone, just it's your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get down like
but 50's momma we'll put you in the like that

Tryin' to make peace with
but you ain't address the beef with Jin yet
on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all your flunkies
Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit
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 it murder (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...)
(Never the real!)
They it murder They 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 murder They 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 the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Spider too, now that's for Big Face
I know you countin' your sheeps
have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, me how that clip 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 where 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 them niggaz
We gonna do shit
I'll your crew sit
So like them is toy guns and this is just music

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

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