Memphis Bleek - Murda Murda lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z) [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 Swizz'll lit up somethin on you n***as (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go [Chorus (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' 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 Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health Will take the wind outta yourself, like so 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 of 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 [Chorus (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 double clips, trust the fifth could be toss 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, duel actions 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, they had the errors 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 Sig, 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 [Chorus (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'ma ammo for real Clip shape like bananas for real Guerilla 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 grisel 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, hecklaw Cops send shots down your field Tell [Muah] leave the town for real [Chorus (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)