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Title: Murda Murda Lyrics: [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 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 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 [Chorus (Jay-Z)] 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) [Memphis Bleek] Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo 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 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 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 [Chorus (Jay-Z)] 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) 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 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 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) Murda Murda, Memphis Bleek mp3 download Murda Murda, Memphis Bleek lyrics Murda Murda mp3 music, free Murda Murda mp3, download Murda Murda |
Songs of Memphis Bleek: All Types Of Shit Bounce Bitch Change Up Do My Everybody Everyday Everything's A Go From My Hood To Your Hood Hood Muzik Hustlers I Get High I Wanna Love U I Won't Stop In My Life Is That Yo Chick Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) Live Life 2 Tha Fullest Memphis Bleek Is... Murda 4 Life Murda Murda My Life My Mind Right (Remix) Need Me In Your Life Now P.Y.T. R.O.C. Regular Cat Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It Round Here Stay Alive In NYC They Will Never Play Me Thug Nigga U Know Bleek (Intro) Understand Me Still War We Ballin' We Get Low What You Think Of That Who's Sleeping Why You Wanna Hate For Is That Yo Chick? 534 Interlude Dear Summer Like That Infatuated The One Smoke The Pain Away All About Me |
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