Murda Murda (South Philly Niggas)

Chorus 1-1x

I'm from Murda Murda Marceyville

My nigga you heard we'll clap you, we certainly will

South Philly Motherfuckers kill at will

I bet the Mack milli make you niggas (chilli-chill)



Chorus 2-1x

Murda Murda Marceyville

My nigga you heard we'll clap you, we certainly will

South Philly Motherfuckers kill at will

I bet the Mack Milli mack you niggaz (chilli-chill)



Verse 1 (Jay-Z)

Check the four corners of the earth I'm a man of respect

Marcey projects motherfucker I'm the man of respect

Ya'll niggaz done fucked up and called in the cleaners

J.O. you not a felon you a misdemeanor

Don't let the mean hit you and split your beamer

Fuck the punks with you and hit yo team up

Ya'll niggaz is hurt and that publicity stunt is not workin

Ya made a bad situation worse and

Ya'll wanna see me I just came like rider

You fuckers better stop the ???????

How the fuck you gon try us

You can't deny us of a dollar

It's the Oaks bitch Holla!

Beef ain't nothing to a boss

Nigga you crossed the line

The orders go out kick in yo doors

Waving the 4 4's all I heard was

Jigga I don't want it no more



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Verse 2 (Memphis Bleek)

You heard a nigga fronted on Bleek

Word...Nigga..Never fronted on Bleek Word

If its written I wrote it You spit it I spoke it

So never forget Bleek told ya

I'm from Murda Murda Marceyville

When ya'll look in the mirror do ya'll see wills

See through your Passat

Ya'll soft like Q-tip cotton

Ya'll dudes ain't hardly real

Ya boys spit on impulse certainly will

If I smack this kid you'll probably squeal

So open the Hydro we firing still

And we clear out the building like a fire drill

And Money too long for ya'll to fold

You know to catch a case to me is like a common cold

So get your guns you ain't ready for war

You know the R-O-C is strong for ya'll

Motherfuckers

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Verse 3 (Geda K)

I'm in a zone you niggaz done disturbed the peace

I try to relax and still got word off the streets and

You fraile bastards trying to get your name back

You ain't acheived shit since you got your name in rap

We can't be misjudged you hate us flows in the lyrics

Cuz fifth slugs will tear holes in your spirit

And its like rap turned ya'll to kill and hustle

Knowing ya'll gon' snitch if a hot one touch you

Talk that gangsta slang and be a gangsta slain

These NY MP gangstas bang

How you talk real but you need yo click to live

All I need is the fifth and two clips to give

Geda keep the unstained ratchet

For ya'll its where ever ya'll ya'll reign put on your rain jackets

Its a game ya'll ain't fit for draws wit us

And we pop with big guns that tear through all the trucks



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