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Murda Murda (South Philly Niggas)

This song is by Jay-Z.

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)

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
Y'all 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
Y'all niggaz is hurt and that publicity stunt is not workin
Ya made a bad situation worse and
Y'all 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

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 y'all look in the mirror do y'all see wills
See through your Passat
Y'all soft like Q-tip cotton
Y'all 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 y'all 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 y'all
Motherfuckers

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 achieved shit since you got your name in rap
We can't be misjudged you hate us flows in the lyrics
'Cause fifth slugs will tear holes in your spirit
And it's like rap turned y'all to kill and hustle
Knowing y'all 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 y'all its where ever y'all y'all reign put on your rain jackets
It's a game y'all ain't fit for draws wit us
And we pop with big guns that tear through all the trucks