Jay-Z - Murda Murda (South Philly Niggas) Lyrics
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- Murda Murda (South Philly Niggas) Lyrics
Album: 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus
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