| Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit
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| Shit, they just wanna play the motherfuckin game
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| We don’t give a fuck but Swizz’ll lit up somethin on you niggas
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| (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let’s go
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| I’m from murder, murder Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
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| With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bullshit in this life
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| I done seen everythin but Christ
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| Luckily I’m just off the basement
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| You niggas just bullshittin with bars, the boys you got just tryin my patience
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| Like, I don’t carry around banana clips like groceries
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| With a presence that make em don’t wanna get em close to me Talk about we suppose to be brothers
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| 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 exposively
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| 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
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| Two guns with sons will get inside yourself
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| Loose two lungs, bullets’ll get inside your health
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| Will take the wind outta yourself, like so Niggas for truely in a war with yours truly
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| While they emulating shit they saw in the Art Of War movie
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| But I’m the writer of Sun Tzu, so whatever son do I do better, more lyrics, way more cheddar
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| Catch me if you can, I’m the gingerbread man
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| Keep pumpin em up make me injure bre-thren
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| Niggas is tryna capitalize of Hov
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| Like I don’t realize, I see the demons inside of they souls
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| Niggas is dreamin to sell what I sold
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| Fuckers is fiendin to held what I hold
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| I just know what I know, they respect me all across the globe
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| Although, I’m from
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| I’m from murder, murder Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| Murder murder, Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo It ain’t nothin to double clips, trust the fifth could be toss
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| Niggas poppin their shit, they startin ta piss me off
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| Bitches and bitch niggas tryna ride against homie
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| So fuck them and the Originator of Sophie
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| The gat spit rapid, duel actions
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| Look I’m nice with the fifth the moments when you bastard get sick
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| I’m from the ghetto is turf where the metal do work
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| My ER eight grade, they had the errors since birth
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| Me and the God spittin, you know police come chalk ya It’s like you peep this and I’m the young A. Walker
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| Fuck it, I’m ridin with Sig, you niggas is sweet
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| Collidin with Cam and I’m throwin with Free
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| Geda K’s the co-d, young boss
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| Until we State Property, we spit in the Taurus
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| Fuck it, H in the pen, huh
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| You know we bang where we from nigga, H to the pen
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| It’s nothin
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| I’m from murder, murder Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| Aiyyo the South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| I keep my Mack Milly chilly chill
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| You niggas’gay like that for real
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| I move yay all day for real
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| Boss’s plaque, check the status for real
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| Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real
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| All day I’ma ammo for real
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| Clip shape like bananas for real
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| Guerilla warfare hittin the field
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| Six saw head splittin your grill
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| New issue, or I might grip the Uz pistol
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| Do more than bruise tissues
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| Crack bone marrow, lose grisel
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| Sit you down in a chair for real
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| Forever you’ll wheel around for real
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| Listen boy, I get it down for real
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| I clutch pound for real
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| When I ball you touch down for real
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| Correct tar, Brett Farve, hecklaw
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| Cops send shots down your field
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| Tell leave the town for real
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| I’m from murder, murder Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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| Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
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| My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
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| My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
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| Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda Murda, artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп