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Текст песни Memphis Bleek - Murda Murda

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(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 motherfuckin gameWe don`t give a fuck 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 motherfucka 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 motherfucka 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, motherfucka 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 Tzu, so whatever son doI do better, more lyrics, way more cheddarCatch me if you can, I`m the gingerbread manKeep pumpin em up make me injure bre-threnNiggas is tryna capitalize of HovLike I don`t realize, I see the demons inside of they soulsNiggas is dreamin to sell what I soldFuckers is fiendin to held what I holdI just know what I know, they respect me all across the globeAlthough, I`m from[Chorus (Jay-Z)]I`m from murder, murder MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willSouth Philly motherfucka kill at willBet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)Murder murder, MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willMy nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at willBet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)[Memphis Bleek]Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yoIt ain`t nothin to double clips, trust the fifth could be tossNiggas poppin their shit, they startin ta piss me offBitches and bitch niggas tryna ride against homieSo fuck them and the Originator of SophieThe gat spit rapid, duel actionsLook I`m nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sickI`m from the ghetto is turf where the metal do workMy ER eight grade, they had the errors since birthMe and the God spittin, you know police come chalk yaIt`s like you peep this and I`m the young A. WalkerFuck it, I`m ridin with Sig, you niggas is sweetCollidin with Cam and I`m throwin with FreeGeda K`s the co-d, young bossUntil we State Property, we spit in the TaurusFuck it, H in the pen, huhYou know we bang where we from nigga, H to the penIt`s nothin[Chorus (Jay-Z)]I`m from murder, murder MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willSouth Philly motherfucka kill at willBet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)Yea, murder murder, MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willMy nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at willBet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)[Beanie Sigel]Aiyyo the South Philly motherfucka kill at willI keep my Mack Milly chilly chillYou niggas` gay like that for realI move yay all day for realBoss`s plaque, check the status for realBalls splat, you will lay in the ground for realAll day I`ma ammo for realClip shape like bananas for realGuerilla warfare hittin the fieldSix saw head splittin your grillNew issue, or I might grip the Uz pistolDo more than bruise tissuesCrack bone marrow, lose grisel Sit you down in a chair for realForever you`ll wheel around for realListen boy, I get it down for realI clutch pound for realWhen I ball you touch down for realCorrect tar, Brett Farve, hecklawCops send shots down your fieldTell [Muah] leave the town for real[Chorus (Jay-Z)]I`m from murder, murder MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willSouth Philly motherfucka kill at willBet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)Yea, murder murder, MarcyvilleMy nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly willMy nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at willBet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)

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