Jay-z Chill Lyrics

Chill Lyrics

feat. Geda K, Memphis Bleek
[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 mothrf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**ker I'm demanding respect
The niggas done f**ked 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
f**k 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 f**kers better stop that ?we came from a game wider
How the f**k you gone try us?
You can't deny us
Of a dollar it's the Roc bit*h 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
Motherf**ker

[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 sh*t 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]