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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We runnin' summers
in dual
and tell my crew coming 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 Ricans kidnap you
9-3 ties
hatians in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck you, Nas don't like you
So who gonna blame when they long nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black tape on the
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your
She gonna tell us you at
We gonna twist that
and just wait 'til that rat come out the hole
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we gonna eat that
No body we gonna beat that
Yeah, it's on again, two of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' extend

[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 they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They call it murder They it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You can't fuck the real!)
They call it murder call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, don't the real!)

2]
What type of bitch put his hands on kids (HOMO!)
up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
Eyewitness news, been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait your daddy callin'
Nah, we get down like that
but momma we'll put you in the ground like that

Tryin' to make peace with
but you ain't even the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
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 call the God and tell him that ass is comin'

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they 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 call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
call it murder 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 shot the coroner
Who drive the truck
Fuck the G-Unit, who lied to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face
I know where you countin' your
I'll have Crips waitin'
banger, tell me how that 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 - it's my nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the Jimmy Henchmen
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We ain't do shit
have your crew sit
So play like them is toy guns and is just music

(The Game)]
Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the streets call it murder (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 fuck with 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 Blackwall nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!