Jay-Z: Murder marcyville

[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*