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[Game
Its

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

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

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

2]
What type of bitch 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, been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get down like
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like

Tryin' to make peace with
but you even address the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, all your lil' flunkies
Call the snitch hotline and get the monkeys
the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'
Then call the God and tell him that ass is comin'

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck 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 it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This ain't "Ether", nah, this "Hit 'em up"
is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just shot the
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the G-Unit, who lied to Buck
Fuck too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you countin' your
I'll have some Crips
youtube banger, me how that clip taste
You kiss Akisha in that mouth, 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 where bodies don't get found
the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy
at them niggaz flinchin'
We gonna do shit
I'll your crew sit
So play like them is toy guns and 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 they call it murder (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...)
They call it
(Niggaz can't with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They it murder They call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

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