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[Game
Its

[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!