(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)

[Jay-Z]

[Scratchin] (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill)

It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah

Yea, 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

(Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill) let's go



[Chorus (Jay-Z)]

I'm from murder, murder Marcyville

My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will

With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)

Yea, murder murder, Marcyville

My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will

With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will

Bet the nine milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)



[Jay-Z]

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 exposively

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 T