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MEMPHIS BLEEK
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Murda Murda (Featuring Jay Z & Beanie Sigel)
Lyricist:Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Michael Diamond, Dwight Grant, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Scott Storch, Adam Yauch
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 Swizz'll lit up somethin' on you niggas Chilly chill, let's go
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
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 explosively 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
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 brethren Niggas is tryna capitalize of 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
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
Chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill
It ain't 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The gat spit rapid, duel actions 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, they had the errors since birth
When 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 Sig, 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'
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
Chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill
Aiyo, 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'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
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
Chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill ...
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