feat geda k memphis bleek
uh huh
chi chi chi chilly chill
this gangsta gangsta uh
uh huh
this gangsta gangsta shit
chi chi chilly chill
im from murder murder marcyville
my nigga you heard we clap you we certainly will
south philly mothrfkers kill at will
bet the mack milly make you niggas chilly chill
murder murder marcyville
my nigga you heard we clap you we certainly will
south philly motherfkers kill at will
bet the mack milly make you niggas chilly chill
check the four corners of the earth im a man of respect
marcy projects motherfker im demanding respect
the niggas done fked up and they called in the cleaners
jayo youre not a felon youre a misdemeanor
dont let the nina hit you and split your beam up
fk the punks with you we hit your team up
yall niggas hurtin
that publicity stunt is not workin
you made a bad situation worsen
yall wanna see me out this game like rider
you fkers better stop that we came from a game wider
how the fk you gone try us
you cant deny us
of a dollar its the roc bitch holla
beef aint nothing to a boss nigga
you crossed the line
the orders go out to kick in your doors
wavin the 4 4
all i heard was jigga i dont want it no more
yo you heard a nigga fronted on bleek word
nigga never fronted on bleek word
if its written i wrote it
you spit it i spoke it
sonever forget bleek totin
im from murder murder marcyville
if yall look in the mirror do yall see real
we see through your visad
yall soft like qtip cotton
yall dudes aint hardly real
the boss spit off mpos certainly will
if i smack this kid youll probably squeal
so open the hydro we firing still
we clear out the building like a fire drill and
money too long for yall to fold
you know to catch a case to me is like a common cold
so get your guns out you aint ready for war
you know the roc too strong for yall
motherfker
yo im in a zone
you niggas done disturbed the peace
i try to relax
still got word off the street
hear you frail bastards tryin to get your name back
you aint achieve shit since you got your name in rap
we cant be misjudged you hear the flows and the lyrics and
the fifth slugsll tear holes in your spirit and
its like rap turned yall to kill and hustle
knowin yall gone snitch if i hop one touch you
talk that gangsta slang be a gangsta slain
these nymp gangstas bang
how you talk real but need your click to live
all i need is the fifth and two clips to give
geda keep the unsane ratchet
for yall who swear yall can dodge the rain put on your rain
jackets
its the game yall aint fit for drams with us
and we pop the big guns that tear through armored trucks
