[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 sh**
sh**, they just wanna play the motherf**in game
We don't give a f** but switch the lyrics up on you n***as
(Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go
[Hook] (Jay-Z)
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My n***a you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the nine milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
With my South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the nine milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
[Jay-Z]
I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullsh** in this life
I done seen everythin but Christ
Luckily I'm just off the basement
You n***as just bullsh**tin 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, motherf**a you chose to be
On the side opposin me, no matter what culture you be
From, Young Hova light your a** up exposively
A lil' UGK 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
n***as for truely in a war with yours truly
While they emulating sh** 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
n***as is tryna capitalize off Hov
Like I don't realize, I see the demons inside of they souls
n***as is dreamin to sell what I sold
f**ers 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 n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
Murder murder, Marcyville
My n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My n***a South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
[Memphis Bleek]
Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo
It ain't nothin to dump a clip, trust the fifth can be tossed
n***as poppin their sh**, they startin ta piss me off
b**hes and b**h n***as tryna ride against homie
So f** them and the Originator of Sophie
The gat spit rapid, dual action
Look I'm nice with the fifth the moments when you ba*tard 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
f** it, I'm ridin with Sieg, you n***as 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
f** it, H in the pen, huh
You know we bang where we from n***a, H to the pen
It's nothin
[Hook] (Jay-Z)
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My n***a South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
[Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo the South Philly motherf**a k** at will
I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill
You n***as' 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 n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My n***a you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My n***a South Philly motherf**a k** at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n***as (Chilly chill)