Murda Murda

Chilly chill

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

Yeah, we back on that gangsta, gangsta s*it

S*it, they just wanna play the motherf****n' game

We don't give a **** but

Swizz'll lit up somethin' on you ******

Chilly chill, let's go

I'm from murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Yeah, from murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bulls*it in this life

I done seen everythin' but

Christ, luckily

I'm just off the bas***nt

You ****** just bulls*ittin' 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, **********a 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

****** for truely in a war with yours truly

While they emulating s*it they saw in the

Art Of War movie

But I'm the writer of

Sun Tzu, so whatever son do

Catch me if you can,

I'm the gingerbread man

Keep pumpin' 'em up make me injure bre-thren

****** is tryna capitalize of

HovLike I don't realize,

I see the demons inside of they souls

****** is dreamin' to sell what

I soldF****rs is fiendin' to held what

I holdI just know what

I knowThey respect me all across the globe, although

I'm from murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo

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

****** poppin' their s*it, they startin' ta piss me off

B*****s and ***** ****** tryna ride against homie

So **** them and the

Originator of

SophieThe 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**** it,

I'm ridin' with

Sig, you ****** is sweet

Collidin' with

Cam and I'm throwin' with

FreeGeda K's the co-d, young boss

Until we State

Property, we spit in the

Taurus**** it,

H in the pen, huh

You know we bang where we from *****,

H to the pen, it's nothin'

I'm from murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Yeah, murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Chilly chill

Chilly chill

Chilly chill

Aiyyo, the

South Philly **********a kill at will

I keep my

Mack Milly chilly chill

You ******' gay like that for real

I move yay all day for real

Boss's plaque, check the status for real

B***s 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 ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Yeah, murder, murder

Marcyville

My ***** you heard

I clap you,

I certainly will

With my South

Philly motherf****rs kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill

Chilly chill

Chilly chill

Chilly chill...