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from M.A.D.E.

"Murda Murda" is track #9 on the album M.A.D.E.. It was written by Diamond, Michael Louis / Horovitz, Adam Keefe / Rubin, Rick / Yauch, Adam Nathaniel / Storch, Scott Spencer / Carter, Shawn C. / Cox, Malik Deshawn / Grant, Dwight.
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"Murda Murda" is track #9 on the album M.A.D.E.. It was written by Diamond, Michael Louis / Horovitz, Adam Keefe / Rubin, Rick / Yauch, Adam Nathaniel / Storch, Scott Spencer / Carter, Shawn C. / Cox, Malik Deshawn / Grant, Dwight.
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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 motherfuckin' game
We don't give a fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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, motherfucka you chose to be

On the side opposin' me, no matter what culture you be
From, Young Hova light your ass 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
Fuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill

Aiyyo, the South Philly motherfucka 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you niggas, chilly chill

Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill
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Songwriters
DIAMOND, MICHAEL LOUIS / HOROVITZ, ADAM KEEFE / RUBIN, RICK / YAUCH, ADAM NATHANIEL / STORCH, SCOTT SPENCER / CARTER, SHAWN C. / COX, MALIK DESHAWN / GRANT, DWIGHT

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