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[Game
Its

[The talking]
It's 07
We runnin' through
in dual
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!
Heard you in the big apple
keep hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 ties
hatians down in (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 snipe you
Potato on the mussel, tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van black tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We gonna twist dro'
and just wait 'til rat come out the that hole
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we eat that face
No body we gonna that case
Yeah, it's on again, two of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (whispering: 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...)
(Nigga, cross 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!)
They call it murder They call it They call it murder They call 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 real good, takin' home to play Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy
Nah, we get down like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground that

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

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the they 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 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 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 pick up
We just the coroner
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face
I know where you your sheeps
I'll 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 nigga, it's going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - it's my nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found
Where the dead and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
at them niggaz flinchin'
We ain't do shit
have your crew sit
So play like them is toy guns and this is just

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