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[Game whispering]


Its Murder





[The Game talking]


Is 07 shit


We runnin' through summers


in dual hummers


and tell them my crew coming for war





[Verse 1]


YAYO!


I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go


Now watch his face blow, YAYO!


Heard you hidin' in the big apple


Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you


9-3 gangsta ties


asians down in Miami (zoe gang!)


yeah, them asians down in Miami


Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like you


So who they gonna blame when they long nose snipe you


Potado on the muscle, black tape on the grip


We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch


She gonna tell us where you at


We gonna twist that dro'


and just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole


No, the streets ain't safe


When we see him we gonna eat that face


Nobody we gonna beat that case


Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in


Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chronic spin





[Chorus:(The Game)]


Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


(You can't fuck with the real!)


Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


(Nigga, don't cross the real!)


They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder 


(murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


They call it murder 


(You can't fuck with the real!)


They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder 


(Nigga, don't cross the real!)





[Verse 2]


What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on kids (Oh No!)


Pull up that black van on his (Nope)


We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin'


Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin'


Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem


Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin'


Naah, we don't get down like that


but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that


Cuuuurtisss


Tryin' to make peace with Dipset


but you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet


It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell


Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle


Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies


Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys


Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'


Then call the God and tell him your ass is comin'





[Chorus:(The Game)]


Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


(You can't fuck with the real!)


Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


(Never cross the real!)


They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder 


(murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


They call it murder 


(You can't fuck with the real!)


They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder 


(Never cross the real!)





[Verse 3]


This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"


This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up


We just shot the corner


Who gonna drive the truck


Fuck the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck


Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big Face


I know where you countin' your sheeps


I'll have some Crips waitin'


youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste


You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste


I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga


and Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga!


I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga


Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga


The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen


Look at them niggaz flinchin'


We ain't gonna do shit


I'll have your crew sit (?)


So play like them is toy guns and this is just music





[Chorus:  (The Game)]


Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


(You can't fuck with the real!)


Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)


(Don't ever cross the real!)


They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder 


(murder, murder, murder kill, kill, kill...)


They call it murder 


(Niggaz can't fuck with the real!)


They call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They call it murd... 


(Don't fuck with the real!)





[The Game talking]


It's Blackwall Street nigga!


Is 07, we can't be fuck with


Try and die, motherfuckers


I run the world, it's on!


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