Murda Murda Lyrics - M.a.d.e. - Memphis Bleek

Chilly chill 

It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah 

Yeah, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit 

Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin' game 

We don't give a fuck but Swizz'll lit up somethin' on you niggas 

Chilly chill, let's go 

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Yeah, from murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this life 

I done seen everythin' but Christ, luckily I'm just off the basement 

You niggas 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 don't wanna get 'em close to me 

Talk about we suppose to be brothers 

Don't make me laugh, motherfucka you chose to be 

On the side opposin' me, no matter what culture you be 

From, Young Hova light your ass up explosively 

A lil' use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya 

Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya 

They don't respect nothin' else, they somethin' else 

Two guns with sons will get inside yourself 

Loose two lungs, bullets'll get inside your health 

Will take the wind outta yourself, like so 

Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly 

While they emulating 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 bre-thren 

Niggas is tryna capitalize of Hov 

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

Niggas is dreamin' 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 murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo 

It ain't nothin' to double clips, trust the fifth could be toss 

Niggas poppin' their shit, they startin' ta piss me off 

Bitches and bitch niggas tryna ride against homie 

So fuck them and the Originator of Sophie 

The gat spit rapid, duel actions 

Look, I'm nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sick 

I'm from the ghetto is turf where the metal do work 

My ER eight grade, they had the errors since birth 

Me and the God spittin', you know police come chalk ya 

It's like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker 

Fuck it, I'm ridin' with Sig, you niggas is sweet 

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

Geda K's the co-d, young boss 

Until we State Property, we spit in the Taurus 

Fuck it, H in the pen, huh 

You know we bang where we from nigga, H to the pen, it's nothin' 

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Yeah, murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Chilly chill 

Chilly chill 

Chilly chill 

Aiyyo, the South Philly motherfucka kill at will 

I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill 

You niggas' gay like that for real 

I move yay all day for real 

Boss's plaque, check the status for real 

Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real 

All day I'ma ammo for real 

Clip shape like bananas for real 

Guerrilla warfare hittin' the field 

Six saw head splittin' your grill 

New issue, or I might grip the Uzi pistol 

Do more than bruise tissues 

Crack bone marrow, lose grisel 

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 

Correct tar, Brett Farve, hecklaw 

Cops send shots down your field 

Tell, muah, leave the town for real 

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Yeah, murder, murder Marcyville 

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will 

With my South Philly motherfuckers kill at will 

Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill 

Chilly chill 

Chilly chill 

Chilly chill 

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