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Memphis Bleek - Murda Murda lyrics
<font size="1">(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)<font> [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 shit Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin game We don't give a fuck but Swizz'll lit up somethin on you niggas (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go [Chorus (Jay-Z)] 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) [Jay-Z] 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 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 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 T |
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