[The Game talking]nIs 07 shitnWe runnin' through summersnin dual hummersnand tell them my crew coming for warnn[Verse 1]nAy yooooooooooooooo!nI can't let the day go without lettin' the K gonNow watch his face blow, YAYO!nHeard you hidin' in the big applenBetter keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap youn9-3 gangsta tiesnHaitans down in Miami (zoe gang!)nyeah, them Haitins down in MiaminFat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like younSo who they gonna blame when the long nose snipe younPotado on the muscle, black tape on the gripnWe in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitchnShe gonna tell us where you atnWe gonna twist that dro'nand just wait 'til that rat come out the that wholenNo, the streets ain't safenWhen we see him we gonna eat that facenNobody we gonna beat that casenYeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm innDrive slow and let the motherfuckin' chronic spinnn[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)]nOut in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)n(You can't fuck with the real!)nOut in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)n(Nigga, don't cross the real!)nThey call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... n(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)nThey call it murd... n(You can't fuck with the real!)nThey call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... n(Nigga, don't cross the real!)nn[Verse 2]nWhat type of bitch niggaz put his hands on kids (Homo!)nPull up that black van on his (Nope)nWe don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin'nEyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin'nFeed 'em real good, takin' home to play with HarlemnSit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin'nNaah, we don't get down like thatnbut 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like thatnCuuuurtisssnTryin' to make peace with Dipsetnbut you ain't even address the beef with Jin yetnIt's on now, better call dr. Ben and RussellnSet up a peace treaty or go get some musclenCall the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkiesnCall the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeysnCall the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'nThen call the God and tell him your ass is comin'nn[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)]nOut in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)n(You can't fuck with the real!)nOut in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)n(Never cross the real!)nThey call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... n(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)nThey call it murd... n(You can't fuck with the real!)nThey call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... n(Never cross the real!)nn[Verse 3]nThis ain't Ether, nah, this ain't Hit 'em upnThis is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them upnWe just shot the cornernWho gonna drive the trucknFuck the whole G-Unit who lied to BucknFuck Spider too, now that's for Big FasenI know where you countin' your sheepsnI'll have some Crips waitin'nyoutube banger, tell me how that clip tastenYou kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick tastenI got the crown nigga, it's going down nigganand Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga!nI got a place where bodies don't get found nigganWhere the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigganThe real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy HenchmennLook at them niggaz flinchin'nWe ain't gonna do shitnI'll have your crew sit (?)nSo play like them is toy guns and this is just musicnn[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)]nOut in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)n(You can't fuck with the real!)nOut in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)n(Don't ever cross the real!)nThey call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... n(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)nThey call it murd... n(Niggaz can't fuck with the real!)nThey call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... n(Don't fuck with the real!)nn[The Game talking]nIt's Blackwall Street nigga!nIs 07, we can't be fuck withnTry and die, motherfuckersnI run the world, it's on!n