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Artist: Game
Title: Body Bags
Submit by: admin
Date: 04/05/2007
Hits: 24
[Game whispering]Its Murder[The Game talking]Is 07 shitWe runnin' through summersin dual hummersand tell them my crew coming for war[Verse 1]Ay yooooooooooooooo!I can't let the day go without lettin' the K goNow watch his face blow, YAYO!Heard you hidin' in the big appleBetter keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you9-3 gangsta tiesHaitans down in Miami (zoe gang!)yeah, them Haitins down in MiamiFat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like youSo who they gonna blame when the long nose snipe youPotado on the muscle, black tape on the gripWe in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitchShe gonna tell us where you atWe gonna twist that dro'and just wait 'til that rat come out the that holeNo, the streets ain't safeWhen we see him we gonna eat that faceNobody we gonna beat that caseYeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm inDrive 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 (Homo!)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 HarlemSit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin'Naah, we don't get down like thatbut 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like thatCuuuurtisssTryin' to make peace with Dipsetbut you ain't even address the beef with Jin yetIt's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell[ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ]Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscleCall the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkiesCall the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeysCall 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 upWe just shot the cornerWho gonna drive the truckFuck the whole G-Unit who lied to BuckFuck Spider too, now that's for Big FaseI know where you countin' your sheepsI'll have some Crips waitin'youtube banger, tell me how that clip tasteYou kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick tasteI got the crown nigga, it's going down niggaand Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga!I got a place where bodies don't get found niggaWhere the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound niggaThe real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy HenchmenLook at them niggaz flinchin'We ain't gonna do shitI'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 withTry and die, motherfuckersI run the world, it's on!
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