Body Bags

Lyrics

[Intro: The Game] It's murderer (echo) Is 07 shit We runnin' through summers In dual hummers And tell them my crew coming for war [Verse 1: The Game] Ay yooooooooooooooo! 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 Haitans down in Miami (Zoe Pound!) Yeah, them Haitins down in Miami Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like you So who they gon' blame when the long nose snipe you Potato on the muzzle, 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 No body we gonna beat that case Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chrome extend [Chorus: Ini Kamoze & (The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (You can't fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (Nigga, don't cross the real!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) They call it murd.. (You can't fuck with the real!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. (Nigga, don't cross the real!) [Verse 2: The Game] What type of bitch niggas 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 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 Jim 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: Ini Kamoze & (The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (You can't fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (Never cross the real!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) They call it murd.. (You can't fuck with the real!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. (Never cross the real!) [Verse 3: The Game] 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 Fase 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 the 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 niggas flinchin' We ain't gonna do shit I'll have your crew sit (Nigga!) So play like them is toy guns and this is just music [Chorus: Ini Kamoze & (The Game)] Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (You can't fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) (Don't ever cross the real!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) They call it murd.. (Niggas can't fuck with the real!) They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd.. (Don't fuck with the real!) [Outro: The Game] It's Blackwall Street nigga! Is 07, we can't be fuck with Try and die, motherfuckers I run the world, it's on!