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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We runnin' through
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 Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians in Miami
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 on the grip
We in the A-Team van with tape on your bitch
She gonna us where you at
We gonna twist dro'
and just wait 'til that rat come out the hole
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we eat that face
No body we beat that case
Yeah, on again, two shots of patron I'm in
slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, 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...)
call it murder
(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 of bitch 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, been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get like that
but 50's we'll put you in the ground like that

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

[Chorus:(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...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You can't 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 just shot the
Who gonna drive the
Fuck the G-Unit, who lied to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face
I where you countin' your sheeps
I'll have some 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 down
and Los - it's my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found
Where the dead sleep and ghost make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them niggaz
We ain't gonna do
I'll have your sit
So play like them is toy guns and this is just

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

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