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[The Game It's 07 We runnin' summers in dual and tell them my crew for war
1] AY YO! I let the day go without lettin' the K go Now his face 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, them hatians in Miami Fat Joe don't with you, Nas don't like you So who they gonna blame when long nose snipe 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 gonna twist 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, on again, two shots of patron I'm in Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome
[Chorus:(The Game)] Out in the they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (You fuck with the real!) Out in the streets call 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...) call it murder (You can't fuck the real!) They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it (Nigga, don't the real!)
2] What type of bitch niggaz put his on kids (HOMO!) Pull up black van on his (Nope) We do the kid slap,nah we do the kid snatchin' news, there's been a kidnappin' Feed 'em real good, home to play with Harlem Sit by the phone, just wait it's your callin' Nah, we don't get down that but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like Tryin' to peace with Dipset but you ain't even address the beef Jin yet It's on now, call dr. Ben and Russell Set up a peace treaty or go get some Call the lighty brothers, call all lil' flunkies Call the hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys the cops, I'm still 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 with the real!) Out in the streets they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (Never the real!) They call it They call it murder They call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...) They it murder (You fuck with 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, ain't "Hit 'em up" is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up We shot the coroner Who drive the truck the whole G-Unit, who lied to Buck Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face I where you countin' your sheeps have some Crips waitin' youtube banger, tell me how clip taste You kiss Akisha in mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh) I got the crown nigga, it's going nigga and Los Angelesss - my town nigga! I got a place where bodies get found nigga Where the dead and ghost don't make a sound nigga The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the Jimmy Henchmen Look at niggaz flinchin' We ain't do shit I'll your crew sit So play them is toy guns and this is just music
(The Game)] Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer 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 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 call it They call it murd... (Don't fuck the real!)
[The Game It's Street nigga! Its 07, we be fuck with Try and die, I run the world, on!