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2009-07-22

Murda Murda

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 motherf**kin' game We don't give a f**k 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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, motherf**ka you chose to be On the side opposin' me, no matter what culture you be From, Young Hova light your a*s 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 f**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill Aiyyo, the South Philly motherf**ka 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers kill at will Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill Chilly chill ...

M.A.D.E.

Dec 2003

M.A.D.E.
  1. Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It
  2. Everything's A Go
  3. Round Here
  4. Just Blaze, Bleek, & Free
  5. We Ballin'
  6. Hypnotic
  7. I Wanna Love U
  8. War
  9. My Life
  10. Need Me In Your Life
  11. Murda Murda
  12. Hell No
  13. Hood Muzik
  14. Understand Me Still
  15. Do It All Again
  16. 1, 2, Y'All
  17. R.O.C.