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[Game
Its

[The Game
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!
you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep hidin' 'for them Puerto kidnap you
9-3 gangsta
hatians down in (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians in Miami
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 with tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us you at
We gonna twist dro'
and just wait 'til that rat out the that hole
No, the ain't safe
When we see him we gonna eat face
No body we beat that case
Yeah, on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the chrome extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They call it They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
call it murder
(You can't with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, cross 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, there's been a
Feed 'em real good, takin' 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 like that

Tryin' to make peace with
but you even address the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and
Set up a peace treaty or go get muscle
the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the snitch and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm 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, murder, 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 murder They it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You can't fuck the real!)
call 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"
is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just the coroner
Who drive the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now for Big Face
I where you countin' your sheeps
I'll have some Crips
youtube banger, tell me how that clip
You kiss Akisha in that mouth, me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - it's my nigga!
I got a where bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy
at them niggaz flinchin'
We ain't do shit
have your crew sit
So play like them is toy and this 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 they it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't cross the real!)
call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(Niggaz can't fuck the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

[The Game
It's Street nigga!
Its 07, we can't be fuck
Try and die,
I run the world, on!