Murda Murda

[Jay-Z] (Scratchin) (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin game We don't give a fuck but switch the lyrics up on you niggas (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go [Hook] (Jay-Z) I'm from murder, murder Marcyville My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) Yea, murder murder, Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) [Jay-Z] I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this life I done seen everythin but Christ Luckily I'm just off the basement You niggas just bullshittin with bars, the boys you got just tryin my patience Like, I don't carry around banana clips like groceries With a presence that make em don't wanna get em close to me Talk about we suppose to be brothers Don't make me laugh, motherfucka you chose to be On the side opposin me, no matter what culture you be From, Young Hova light your ass up exposively A lil' use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya They don't respect nothin else, they somethin else Two guns with sons will get inside yourself Lose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health Will take the wind outta your sail, with myself Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly While they emulating shit they saw in the Art of War movie But I'm the writer of Sun Tzu, so whatever son do I do better, more lyrics, way more cheddar Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man Keep pumpin em up make me injure bre-thren Niggas is tryna capitalize off Hov Like I don't realize, I see the demons inside of they souls Niggas is dreamin to sell what I sold Fuckers is fiendin to held what I hold I just know what I know, they respect me all across the globe Although, I'm from [Hook] (Jay-Z) I'm from murder, murder Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) Murder murder, Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) [Memphis Bleek] Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo It ain't nothin to dump a clip, trust the fifth can be tossed Niggas poppin their shit, they startin ta piss me off Bitches and bitch niggas tryna ride against homie So fuck them and the Originator of Sophie The gat spit rapid, dual action Look I'm nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sick I'm from the ghetto is turf where the metal do work My ER eight grade, ain't had a error since birth Me and the God spittin, you know police come chalk ya It's like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker Fuck it, I'm ridin with Sieg, you niggas is sweet Collidin with Cam and I'm throwin with Free Geda K's the co-d, young boss Until we State Property, we spit in the Taurus Fuck it, H in the pen, huh You know we bang where we from nigga, H to the pen It's nothin [Hook] (Jay-Z) I'm from murder, murder Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) Yea, murder murder, Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) [Beanie Sigel] Aiyyo the South Philly motherfucka kill at will I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill You niggas' gay like that for real I move yay all day for real Boss's plaque, check the status for real Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real All day I'mma animal for real Clip shape like bananas for real Guerrilla warfare hittin the field Six saw head splittin your grill New issue, or I might grip the Uz pistol Do more than bruise tissues Crack bone marrow, lose gristle Sit you down in a chair for real Forever you'll wheel around for real Listen boy, I get it down for real I clutch pound for real When I ball you touch down for real Correct tar, Brett Farve, heckler Koch Cops send shots down your field Tell *Muah* leave the town for real [Hook] (Jay-Z) I'm from murder, murder Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) Yea, murder murder, Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)