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[Game
Its

[The talking]
It's 07
We through summers
in hummers
and them my crew coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go lettin' the K go
Now his face blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big
Better keep hidin' 'for them Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
down in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them down in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't you
So who gonna blame when they long nose snipe you
on the mussel, black tape on the grip
We in the van with black tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We twist that dro'
and just wait 'til rat come out the that hole
No, the streets safe
When we see him we eat that face
No body we gonna beat that
Yeah, it's on again, two of patron I'm in
slow 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 fuck the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, cross the real!)
They call it murder call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it They call it murder
(Nigga, cross the real!)

2]
What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on (HOMO!)
Pull up that van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
Eyewitness news, there's a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to with Harlem
Sit by the phone, wait it's your daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get like that
but momma 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, better call dr. Ben and
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all your flunkies
Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an
Then call the God and tell him that your ass is

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

3]
This ain't "Ether", nah, ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just shot the
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' your
have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that clip
You kiss Akisha in mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, going down nigga
and Los - it's my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost make a sound nigga
The 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them niggaz
We ain't gonna do
I'll your crew sit
So play like is toy guns and this is just music

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

[The talking]
Blackwall Street nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!