歌手:Memphis Bleek
专辑:《M.A.D.E.》

作词 : Carter, Cox, Grant, Smith
Chilly chill
It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah
Yeah, we back on that gangsta, gangsta s*it
S*it, they just wanna play the motherf****n' game
We don't give a **** but
Swizz'll lit up somethin' on you ******
Chilly chill, let's go
I'm from murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Yeah, from murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
I feel like a felon with two strikes, mad bulls*it in this life
I done seen everythin' but
Christ, luckily
I'm just off the bas***nt
You ****** just bulls*ittin' 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, **********a 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
****** for truely in a war with yours truly
While they emulating s*it they saw in the
Art Of War movie
But I'm the writer of
Sun Tzu, so whatever son do

Catch me if you can,
I'm the gingerbread man
Keep pumpin' 'em up make me injure bre-thren
****** is tryna capitalize of
HovLike I don't realize,
I see the demons inside of they souls
****** is dreamin' to sell what
I soldF****rs is fiendin' to held what
I holdI just know what
I knowThey respect me all across the globe, although
I'm from murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Uh, uh huh, yea, yo, yo
It ain't nothin' to double clips, trust the fifth could be toss
****** poppin' their s*it, they startin' ta piss me off
B*****s and ***** ****** tryna ride against homie
So **** them and the
Originator of
SophieThe 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**** it,
I'm ridin' with
Sig, you ****** is sweet
Collidin' with
Cam and I'm throwin' with
FreeGeda K's the co-d, young boss
Until we State
Property, we spit in the
Taurus**** it,
H in the pen, huh
You know we bang where we from *****,
H to the pen, it's nothin'
I'm from murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Yeah, murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Aiyyo, the
South Philly **********a kill at will
I keep my
Mack Milly chilly chill
You ******' gay like that for real
I move yay all day for real
Boss's plaque, check the status for real
B***s 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 ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Yeah, murder, murder
Marcyville
My ***** you heard
I clap you,
I certainly will
With my South
Philly motherf****rs kill at will
Bet the nine milli make you ******, chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill
Chilly chill...