The Game - Body Bags Instrumental w/ lyrics

[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 f**k 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 motherf**kin' chronic spin

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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
F**k the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck
F**k 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 f**k 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 f**k with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't f**k with the real!)

[The Game talking]
It's Blackwall Street nigga!
Is 07, we can't be f**k with
Try and die, motherf**kers
I run the world, it's on!

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Music

Tags:

• the
• game
• body
• bags
• instrumental
• rap
• hip-hop
• g-unit
• g-unot
• 50cent
• diss

[lenderek]

don't hate on my nigga game just cause yew a bitch

[ItszBrandO]

Fuck you armowhisper888 The game is nice .

[panameno3177]

this shiit bang

[dckallday19021]

Its hard to swallow life with a dry mind, deep thoughts in a hole they last a long time.. maybe something like a lifetime, it takes... a real man to look life right in its damn face. Soon to find your place amongst other people in this race, to the top. Survival of the fittest.. we all in it dont stop

[bfmmmmm]

G-UNIT............game good 2

[Zimeftw]

After they dropped the beat. They could have done a better job for the verses. The beginning goes way to hard to be let down like that after the drop.

[Streetsking23]

2 shots from my 2 glocks I'm too hood im too block,

my 2 pieces leave you deceased like 2pac

I'm too hot so homie let alone catch the cold

toss the hammer ill catch the heat, Kapeesh you peaced, unfold

or be unfolded, Like my untold storys unloaded when i was loaded

I'm coated with the G code and rollin sold like I was stolen

haha mane i was bangin some cory gunz earlier got me in that zone

[MarkoBassTv]

@filthy7lyrics

Okay, You Cant Rap And You Racist As Hell,

Yo Flow Aint Got No Class Like Dat Shit Got Expelled,

You Fuckin Wit A Real Rapper,

Bitch Imma Skilled Rapper,

You Jus A Stale Ass, Saltine Cracker,

I Am A Black Indiviual But Im Good Wit My Words,

Im Hood Wit My Words, And You Can Get Scaped Off Tha Curb......

Cracka !!!!!!!

[DannyEddy357]

Your lyrics are wrong, its 'soap suds and shit' not 07 shit.

[Emphaysez]

The Game got some great music. I don't know what armowhisper888 is talking about.

[ButterlySmuckers]

@lenderek why u defending somone you dont even know would be coo with u?? why people argueing over a person while they livin their life??

[tjlsu]

filthy7lyrics forget u boi smell like eggs

call me fat boy all i eat is eggs

that what u smell like look like too

who u gone drop nah we gone drop u

i didnt hear you u was a what

u tellem people to get off get off what nut