Текст (слова) песни: Bleek, Memphis - Murda Murda (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel)

(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)

[Jay-Z]
[Scratchin] (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill)
Its gangsta, turn the music up, uh, cheah
Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit
Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin game
We dont give a fuck but Swizzll lit up somethin on you niggas
(Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) lets go

[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
Im 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 Im just off the basement
You niggas just bullshittin with bars, the boys you got just tryin my patience
Like, I dont carry around banana clips like groceries
With a presence that make em dont wanna get em close to me
Talk about we suppose to be brothers
Dont 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 yall like back in the day for ya
They dont respect nothin else, they somethin else
Two guns with sons will get inside yourself
Loose two lungs, bulletsll get inside your health
Will take the wind outta yourself, like so
Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly
While they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movie
But Im the writer of Sun Tzu, so whatever son do
I do better, more lyrics, way more cheddar
Catch me if you can, Im the gingerbread man
Keep pumpin em up make me injure bre-thren
Niggas is tryna capitalize of Hov
Like I dont 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, Im from

[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
Im 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 aint nothin to double clips, trust the fifth could be toss
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, duel actions
Look Im nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sick
Im 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
Its like you peep this and Im the young A. Walker
Fuck it, Im ridin with Sig, you niggas is sweet
Collidin with Cam and Im throwin with Free
Geda Ks 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
Its nothin

[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
Im 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
Bosss plaque, check the status for real
Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real
All day Ima 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 youll 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)]
Im 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)
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Hell No
Hood Muzik (feat. M.O.P.)
Hypnotic (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel)
I Wanna Love U (feat. Donell Jones)
Infatuated
Interlude
Just Blaze, Bleek & Free (feat. Freeway)
Murda Murda (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel)
My Life (feat. Latif)
Need Me In Your Life (feat. Nate Dogg)
R.O.C.
Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It
Round Here (feat. T.I. & Trick Daddy)
Smoke The Pain Away
The One
Understand Me Still (feat. Rell)
War