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Jazz Chill

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  • 2019.04.19
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[Jay-Z talking] Uh huh (scratching) "chi chi chi chilly chill" This gangsta gangsta uh Uh huh This gangsta gangsta shit "chi chi chilly chill" [CHORUS: Jay-Z] I'm from murder murder Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you we certainly will South Philly mothrfuckers kill at will Bet the mack milly make you niggas "chilly chill" Murder murder Marcyville My nigga you heard we clap you we certainly will South Philly motherfuckers kill at will Bet the mack milly make you niggas "chilly chill" [Jay-Z] Check the four corners of the earth I'm a man of respect Marcy projects motherfucker I'm demanding respect The niggas done fucked up and they called in the cleaners Jayo you're not a felon you're a misdemeanor Don't let the Nina hit you and split your beam up Fuck the punks with you we hit your team up (buck buck) Y'all niggas hurtin' That publicity stunt is not workin' You made a bad situation worsen Y'all wanna see me out this game like Rider You fuckers better stop that ? we came from a game wider 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 to kick in your doors Wavin' the 4 4 All I heard was Jigga I don't want it no more [CHORUS] [Bleek] Yo 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 totin' I'm from murder murder Marcyville If y'all look in the mirror do y'all see real? We see through your visad Y'all soft like Q-tip cotton Y'all dudes ain't hardly real The boss spit off M-po's certainly will If I smack this kid you'll probably squeal So open the hydro we firing still We clear out the building like a fire drill and Money too long for y'all to fold You know to catch a case to me is like a common cold So get your guns out you ain't ready for war You know the R-O-C too strong for y'all Motherfucker [CHORUS] [Geda K] Yo, I'm in a zone You niggas done disturbed the peace I try to relax Still got word off the street Hear you frail bastards tryin' to get your name back You ain't achieve shit since you got your name in rap We can't be misjudged you hear the flows and the lyrics and The fifth slugs'll tear holes in your spirit and It's like rap turned y'all to kill and hustle Knowin' y'all gone snitch if I hop one touch you Talk that gangsta slang be a gangsta slain These N-Y-M-P gangstas bang How you talk real but need your click to live? All I need is the fifth and two clips to give Geda keep the unsane ratchet For y'all who swear y'all can dodge the rain put on your rain jackets It's the game y'all ain't fit for drams with us And we pop the big guns that tear through armored trucks [CHORUS]

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