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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 Ricans kidnap you
9-3 ties
down in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians down in
Fat Joe don't with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when they nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black tape on the
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your
She gonna tell us you at
We twist that dro'
and just wait that rat come out the that hole
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we eat that face
No we gonna beat that case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of I'm in
Drive and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets 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, cross the real!)
call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(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 murder They it murder
(Nigga, don't the real!)

2]
What of bitch niggaz put his hands on kids (HOMO!)
Pull up that 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' to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get down like
but 50's momma put you in the ground like that

Tryin' to make with Dipset
but you ain't address 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 lighty brothers, all your lil' flunkies
Call the snitch 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 it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck with the real!)
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder 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 to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big
I know where you your sheeps
I'll have some waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that taste
You kiss Akisha in mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the nigga, it's going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - it's my nigga!
I got a place where don't get found nigga
Where the dead and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the Jimmy Henchmen
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We gonna do shit
I'll your crew sit
So play like is toy guns and this is just music

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

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