*featuring Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z
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[Jay-Z]
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[Scratchin] (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill)
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It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah
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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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[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
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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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[Jay-Z]
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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
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Talk about we suppose to be brothers
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Don't make me laugh, motherfucka you chose to be
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On the side opposin me, no matter what culture you be
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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
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Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya
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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
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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
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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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[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
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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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[Memphis Bleek]
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Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo
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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
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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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[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
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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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[Beanie Sigel]
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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 p |