Memphis Bleek - Murda Murda (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel) Lyrics
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)[Jay-Z][Scratchin] (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill)It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eahYea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shitShit, they just wanna play the mother*****in gameWe don't give a ***** 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 MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly willWith my South Philly mother*****a kill at willBet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)Yea, murder murder, MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willWith my South Philly mother*****a kill at willBet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)[Jay-Z]I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this lifeI done seen everythin but ChristLuckily I'm just off the basementYou niggas just bullshittin with bars, the boys you got just tryin my patienceLike, I don't carry around banana clips like groceriesWith a presence that make em don't wanna get em close to meTalk about we suppose to be brothersDon't make me laugh, mother*****a you chose to beOn the side opposin me, no matter what culture you beFrom, Young Hova light your ass up exposivelyA lil' use K for ya, pour out the P-A for yaHad to bring y'all like back in the day for yaThey don't respect nothin else, they somethin elseTwo guns with sons will get inside yourselfLoose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your healthWill take the wind outta yourself, like soNiggas for truely in a war with yours trulyWhile they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movieBut I'm the writer of Sun T
