This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
[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 truly 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
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
[Memphis Bleek]
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
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
[Beanie Sigel]
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
Guerilla warfare hittin the field
Six saw head splittin your grill
New issue, or I might grip the Uz 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
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
[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 truly 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
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
[Memphis Bleek]
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
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
[Beanie Sigel]
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
Guerilla warfare hittin the field
Six saw head splittin your grill
New issue, or I might grip the Uz 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
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
Yea, murder murder, Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly will
My nigga South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet the Mack milli make you niggas (Chilly chill)
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