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[Game
Its

[The Game
07 shit
We through summers
in hummers
and tell them my coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 ties
hatians in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, hatians down in Miami
Fat Joe fuck with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna when they long nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black on the grip
We in the A-Team van with tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We twist that dro'
and just 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets safe
we see him we gonna eat that face
No body we gonna that case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of I'm in
Drive and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck with the real!)
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, cross the real!)
They call it They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(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 on kids (HOMO!)
up that black van on his (Nope)
We do the kid slap,nah we do the kid snatchin'
Eyewitness news, there's a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, wait it's your daddy callin'
Nah, we get down like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like

Tryin' to make with Dipset
but you ain't even address the with Jin yet
on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all lil' flunkies
Call the snitch and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm 100 miles an runnin'
Then call the God and tell him that your ass is

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets call 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...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You fuck 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 shot the coroner
Who gonna drive the
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big
I know you countin' your sheeps
I'll have some Crips
youtube banger, me how that clip taste
You Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, it's down nigga
and Los Angelesss - it's my nigga!
I got a place bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We ain't do shit
I'll your crew sit
So like them is toy guns and this is just 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 cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(Niggaz can't with the real!)
They call it murd... call it murder They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

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