Murda Murda (feat. JAY-Z & Beanie Sigel)

Time to loosen up

Yeah, ch'yeah, yeah

We back on that gangsta, gangsta shit

Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin' game

We don't give a fuck

We switch the lyrics up on you ****

I'm from murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard I clap ya, I certainly will

With my South Philly motherfuckas, kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

Yeah, murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

With my South Philly motherfuckas, kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

I feel like a felon with two strikes

Mad bullshit in this life

I done seen everything but Christ

Luckily, I'm just on probation

You **** 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 not wanna get close to me

Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be brothers

Don't make me laugh, motherfucka

You chose to be

On the side opposing me

No matter what culture you be

From, Young Hova light yo ass up explosively

A lil' UGK for ya

Pour at the P.A. for ya

Had to bring it like back in the day for ya

They don't respect nothin' else

They somethin' else

The two guns with sons to get beside yourself

Lose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health

Will take the wind outta your sail with myself

You was born truly, want war with yours truly

While emulatin' 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

**** just tryin'a capitalize off Hov

Like I don't realize, I see the demons inside they souls

**** is dreaming 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

Murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

You South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

Bet the mack milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

Murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

My South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

Bet the mack milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

Yo, it ain't nothin' to dump a clip

Trust the fifth can be tossed

**** poppin' their shit

They startin' ta piss me off

Bitches and bitch **** tryin'a ride against homie

So fuck them and the originator of Sophie

The gat spit rapid, dual action

Look, I'm nice with the fifth

The moments when you bastards are sick

I'm from the ghettoest turf where the metal do work

My ERA grade, ain't had a error since birth

When me and the god spit

You know police come chalk ya

It's like he P. Pierce and I'm the young A. Walker

Fuck it, I'm ridin' with Sig

You **** is sweet

Collidin' with Cam and I'm throwin' with Free

Geda K's the co-d, young boss

Until we State Property, we spittin' to Taurus

Fuck it, H in the pen, huh?

You know we bang where we from

****, H in the pen

It's nothin'

I'm from murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

Them South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

Bet the mack milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

Murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

My **** South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

Bet the mack milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

Aye-yo, the South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

I keep my Mack Milly chilly-chill

You **** gay like Derek for real

I move yay' all day for real

Boss plaque, check my stats for real

Lost playa, 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 fields

Sig Sauer here, splittin' your grill

A 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

Barett' tar, Brett Favre, heckler

Cops send shots down your field

Tell muah, leave the town for real

I'm from murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

You South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

Bet the mack milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)

Murda murda, Marcyville

My ****, you heard we clap ya, we certainly will

My **** South Philly motherfuckas kill at will

Bet the mack milli make you **** (Chilly-chill)