Body Bags Lyrics - The Game

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[The Game talking]
Is 07 shit
We runnin' through summers
in dual hummers
and tell them my crew coming for war

[Verse 1]
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 gang!)
yeah, them Haitins down in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when the long nose snipe you
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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 climb out 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' chrome extend

[Chorus: Ini Kamoze (The Game)]
Out in the streets they call me murd.. they call me murda (whispering: murda, murda, murda... game, game, game)
(You can't fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call me murd.. they call me murda (whispering: murda, murda, murda... game, game, game)
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)
They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd...
(murder, murder, murder... game, game, game...)
They call it murd...
(You can't fuck with the real!)
They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd...
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)

[Verse 2]
What type of bitch nigga put his hands on kids (Homo)
Pull up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,(NAH) we do the kid snatchin'
Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with all of em
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 undress 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 me murd.. they call me murda (whispering: murda, murda, murda... game, game, game)
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!)
Out in the streets they call me murd.. they call me murda (whispering: murda, murda, murda... game, game, game)
They call it murd...
(You can't fuck with the real!)
They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd...
(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 the niggaz friendship
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: Ini Kamoze (The Game)]
Out in the streets they call me murda (murda, murda, murda... game, game, game...)
(You can't fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call me murder (murda, murda, murda... game, game, game...)
(Don't ever cross the real!)
They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd...
(murda, murda, murda... game, game, game...)
They call me murd...
(Niggaz can't fuck with the real!)
They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me murd... They call me 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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The TRUTH | Reviewer: Young Bel | 2/1/09

50 was my favorite i liked Get Rich Or Die Tryin' & Power Of The Dollar, but now fifty is focused on money and started singin more then rappin, T.O.S. was wack, and L.A.X. is a classic, even if this song wasnt good then u can check Lay Low featuring Techniec & I'm A King featuring T.I., I'm A King is a classic, fifty now is money gettin money then gettin money then gettin money, thats all



Game.. | Reviewer: Anonymous | 1/20/08

You think you big shit. Don't fuckin' mess with G-Unit. 50 and Yayo will have your fuckin' head beneath soil.

Other than that, good song. :)



GAME-U-NOT | Reviewer: C.J. | 9/3/07

50 Cent will teach Game about playin' with me. I have 100 Bloods and 100 Crips runnin' up on Game. 2pac will murder Game with his diss tracks towards Game.



body bags | Reviewer: tommyg | 6/27/07

We gonna twist that dro'
and just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets ain't safe


Its 'til that rat climb out that hole



Mistakes | Reviewer: Jake | 5/9/07

Tryin' to make peace with Dipset
but you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet

It's Jim not Jin



SIICCCKK TDIISSSS | Reviewer: Blood boy | 5/8/07

First verse is sick...I like how he called out spider-loc cause that man is soft, so is new mobb deep, banks and YAYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOO



hahahahahhaa | Reviewer: straight crippin | 4/30/07

hahah this aint no review but this is somehting about crips i be one of them waiting for 50 hes going down so ia just wait for game and 50's mistake so holla at ya mang game keep it up yayo you going to end your life slow if ya keep hidin come to cali lets see how long you last on the AVE prolly wont even be able to walk half a block.



Correction | Reviewer: 4 Rhymes | 4/23/07

Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chronic spin

It's not "chronic spin", its "chrome extend".





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