[Chorus]
I`m from Murda Murda Marcyville
My nigga you heard we`ll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly muthafuckas kill at will
I bet the Mack milli make you niggas (chilli chill)
*Repeat*
[Verse 1]
Check the four corners of the earth I`m a man of respect
Marcy projects muthafucka I`m the man of respect
Ya`ll niggaz done fucked up and called in the cleaners
J.O. you not a felon you a misdemeanor
Don`t let the mean hit you and split your beamer
Fuck the punks with you and hit yo team up
Ya`ll niggaz is hurt and that publicity stunt is not workin`
Ya made a bad situation worse and
Ya`ll wanna see me I just came like rider
You fuckas better stop the ??????
How the fuck you gone try us
You can`t deny us of a dollar
It`s the ROC bitch HOLLA!
Beef ain`t nothing to a boss
Nigga you crossed the line
The orders go out kick in yo doors
Wavin` the 4 4`s all I heard was
Jigga I don`t want it no more
[Chorus]
I`m from Murda Murda Marcyville
My nigga you heard we`ll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly muthafuckas kill at will
I bet the Mack milli make you niggas (chilli chill)
*Repeat*
[Verse 2]
You heard a nigga fronted on Bleek
Word...Nigga...Never fronted on Bleek word
If it`s written I wrote it, you spit it I spoke it
So never forget Bleek told ya
I`m from Murda Murda Marcyville
When ya`ll look in the mirror do ya`ll see wills
See through your Passat
Ya`ll soft like q-tip cotton
Ya`ll dudes ain`t hardly real
Ya boys spit on impulse certainly will
If I smack this kid you`ll probably squeal
So open the Hydro we firin` still
And we clear out the building like a fire drill
And money too long for ya`ll to fold
You know to catch a case to me is like a common cold
So get your guns you ain`t ready for war
You know the R-O-C is strong for ya`ll
Muthafuckas
[Chorus]
I`m from Murda Murda Marcyville
My nigga you heard we`ll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly muthafuckas kill at will
I bet the Mack milli make you niggas (chilli chill)
*Repeat*
[Verse 3]
I`m in a zone you niggaz done disturbed the peace
I try to relax and still got word off the streets and
You frail bastards tryin` to get your name back
You ain`t achieved shit since you got your name in rap
We can`t be misjudged you hate us flows in the lyrics
Cuz fifth slugs will tear holes in your spirit
And it`s like rap turned ya`ll to kill and hustle
Knowin` ya`ll gone snitch if a hot one touch you
Talk that gangsta slang and be a gangsta slain
These NY MP gangstas bang
How you talk real but you need yo click to live
All I need is the fifth and two clips to give
Cheater keep the unstained ratchet
For ya`ll it`s where ever ya`ll reign, put on your rain jackets
It`s a game ya`ll ain`t fit for draws wit us
And we pop with big guns that tear through all the trucks
[Chorus]
I`m from Murda Murda Marcyville
My nigga you heard we`ll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly muthafuckas kill at will
I bet the Mack milli make you niggas (chilli chill)
*Repeat `til ends*
