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[Game
Its

[The Game
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 without the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big
Better hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (zoe gang!)
yeah, hatians down in Miami
Fat Joe don't with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame they long nose snipe you
on the mussel, black tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black on your bitch
She gonna us where you at
We gonna twist dro'
and just wait that rat come out the that hole
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we eat that face
No body we gonna beat case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of 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 can't fuck the real!)
Out in the streets they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, cross the real!)
call it murder They 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 murder They it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, cross the real!)

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

Tryin' to peace 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 lighty brothers, call all lil' flunkies
Call the snitch hotline and get the monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 an runnin'
Then call the God and tell him that your ass is

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You can't with the real!)
They it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This ain't "Ether", nah, this "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick up
We just the coroner
Who gonna drive the
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Spider too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you countin' your
I'll have some waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how that 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 where bodies don't get found nigga
the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy
at them niggaz flinchin'
We ain't do shit
I'll have your sit
So like them is toy guns and this is just music

(The Game)]
Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't with the real!)
Out in the streets they it murder (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 call it
(Niggaz can't fuck the real!)
They call it murd... They call it They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

Game talking]
It's Street nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!