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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We runnin' summers
in hummers
and tell my crew 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
Better keep hidin' 'for Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (zoe gang!)
yeah, hatians down in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame they long nose snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black tape on the
We in the A-Team van with black tape on bitch
She gonna us where you at
We gonna twist dro'
and just wait 'til rat come out the that hole
No, the streets safe
When we see him we gonna eat face
No body we gonna that case
Yeah, it's on again, two of patron I'm in
slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend

[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 They call it murder call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it They call it murder
(Nigga, cross the real!)

2]
What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on (HOMO!)
up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
Eyewitness news, there's a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy
Nah, we don't get like that
but 50's momma we'll put you in the like that

Tryin' to peace with Dipset
but you ain't even address the beef Jin yet
It's on now, better dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace or go get some muscle
Call the brothers, call all your 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 him that your 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 They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(You fuck with the real!)
They 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 gonna pick up
We shot the coroner
Who gonna the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big
I know where you countin' sheeps
have some Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how clip taste
You kiss Akisha in that mouth, me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them flinchin'
We ain't gonna do
I'll have your sit
So play like is toy guns and this is just music

(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...)
(Don't cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(Niggaz can't fuck the real!)
They call it murd... call it murder They call 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!