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JAY-Z

"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 sh*t
sh*t, they just wanna play the motherf*ckin game
We don't give a f*ck but switch the lyrics up on you n*ggas
(Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go

[Hook] (Jay-Z)
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My n*gga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My n*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
With my South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)

[Jay-Z]
I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullsh*t in this life
I done seen everything but Christ
Luckily I'm just on probation
You n*ggas just bullsh*ttin' with bars, the boys you got just trying 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*cka you chose to be
On the side opposing me, no matter what culture you be
From, Young Hova light your ass up explosively
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 nothing else, they something 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*ggas for truely in a war with yours truly
While they emulating sh*t 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 pumping em up make me injure bre-thren
n*ggas is tryna capitalize off Hov
Like I don't realize, I see the demons inside of they souls
n*ggas is dreaming to sell what I sold
f*ckers is fiending 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*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)
Murder murder, Marcyville
My n*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My n*gga South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n*ggas (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*ggas poppin their sh*t, they startin ta p*ss me off
b*tches and b*tch n*ggas tryna ride against homie
So f*ck them and the Originator of Sophie
The gat spit rapid, dual action
Look I'm nice with the fifth the moments when you bast*rd get sick
I'm from the ghetto is turf where the metal do work
My ERA eight grade, ain't had a error since birth
Me and the God spittin', you know police come chalk ya
It's like he P. Pierce and I'm the young A. Walker
f*ck it, I'm ridin' with Sig, you n*ggas is sweet
Collidin' with Cam and I'm throwin' with Free
Geda K's the co-d, young boss
Until we State Property, we spitting the Taurus
f*ck it, H in the pen, huh
You know we bang where we from n*gga, H to the pen
It's nothin

[Hook] (Jay-Z)
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My n*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My n*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My n*gga South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)

[Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo the South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill
You n*ggas' gay like Derek Foreal
I move yay all day for real
Boss's plaque, check my stats for real
Lost player, 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
Sig Sauer here 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*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My n*gga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My n*gga South Philly motherf*cka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you n*ggas (Chilly chill)

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