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[Game
Its

[The Game
07 shit
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 watch his blow, YAYO!
you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep hidin' 'for them Puerto kidnap you
9-3 ties
hatians 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 they long nose you
Potato on the mussel, tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black tape on bitch
She gonna us where you at
We twist that dro'
and just wait 'til that rat come out the hole
No, the streets ain't
When we see him we gonna eat that
No body we gonna beat case
Yeah, it's on again, two of patron 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 fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(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 type of 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 good, takin' home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait your daddy callin'
Nah, we get down like that
but 50's momma put you in the ground like that

Tryin' to make peace Dipset
but you ain't even address the beef Jin yet
on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm 100 miles 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 They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You can't with the real!)
They call it They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who pick them up
We just the coroner
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the G-Unit, who lied to Buck
Spider too, now that's for Big Face
I where you countin' your sheeps
I'll some Crips waitin'
banger, tell me how that clip taste
You kiss in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, it's down nigga
and Los Angelesss - my town nigga!
I got a where bodies don't get found nigga
Where the sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Henchmen
Look at them flinchin'
We ain't 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, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't with 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 call it
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(Niggaz can't fuck the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They it murder They call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

Game talking]
It's Street nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!