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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We runnin' summers
in dual
and tell them my coming for war

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

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (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, cross the real!)
They call it murder They it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't with the real!)
They it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, cross the real!)

2]
What type of niggaz put his hands on kids (HOMO!)
up that black 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, takin' home to play with
Sit by the phone, just it's your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like

Tryin' to make peace with
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
the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an
call the God and tell him that 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 they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder They call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick up
We just the coroner
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who lied to
Spider too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you countin' sheeps
have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that clip
You Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, it's going 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 a sound nigga
The 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them flinchin'
We ain't gonna do
I'll your crew 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 fuck 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 call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(Niggaz can't with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They it murd...
(Don't with the real!)

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