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[Game
Its

[The Game
07 shit
We runnin' through
in dual
and tell them my crew for war

1]
AY YO!
I let the day go without lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big
Better keep hidin' 'for them Puerto kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians in Miami
Fat Joe fuck with 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 your
She gonna tell us you at
We gonna that dro'
and just wait 'til that rat come out the hole
No, the ain't safe
we see him we gonna eat that face
No body we gonna beat that
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of I'm in
Drive slow and let the 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, cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You can't with the real!)
They call it murder call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, cross the real!)

2]
What type of niggaz put his hands on kids (HOMO!)
up that black van on his (Nope)
We do the kid slap,nah we do the kid snatchin'
Eyewitness news, been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with
Sit by the phone, just it's your daddy callin'
Nah, we get down like that
but 50's momma put you in the ground like that

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

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, 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 They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it murder They call it 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 gonna them up
We shot the coroner
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who lied to
Fuck too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you your sheeps
I'll have some Crips
youtube banger, tell me how that taste
You kiss Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - it's my nigga!
I got a place bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Henchmen
Look at them niggaz
We gonna do shit
I'll have your sit
So play 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 fuck the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever the real!)
They call it murder They call it They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(Niggaz can't with the real!)
They it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't with the real!)

[The talking]
Blackwall Street nigga!
Its 07, we can't be with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!