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[Game
Its

[The talking]
07 shit
We runnin' summers
in dual
and tell my crew coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I let the day go without lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big
Better hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (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 long snipe you
Potato on the mussel, tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your
She gonna us where you at
We gonna that dro'
and wait 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets ain't
we see him we gonna eat that face
No body we gonna beat case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of I'm in
Drive slow and let the chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They 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!)
up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
Eyewitness news, there's been a
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with
Sit by the phone, just wait your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get down that
but 50's momma put you in the ground like that

Tryin' to make with Dipset
but you even address the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a treaty or go get some muscle
Call the brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 an runnin'
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 fuck 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 murder They call it
(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, ain't "Hit 'em up"
is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just shot the
Who gonna drive the
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Fuck too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you your sheeps
I'll some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, me how that clip taste
You Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the nigga, it's going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - my town nigga!
I got a place bodies don't get found nigga
Where the sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We gonna do shit
have your crew sit
So play like them is toy guns and this is music

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

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