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murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in muthafucka
It's

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over madina's
Take for genius

like Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that that got shot nine times

Can ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to take his
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm fire from nines

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo is no use when we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullshit like Rose

Got my blind D O G's brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
More militant minded then y'all with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta
He y'all he ain't tha shit

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
tha city where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in muthafucka
Rule it's
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We doing this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets confused
We been on this gangsta thug

ass niggas you know what it is
Every time we tha muthafuckin' booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas'
Niggas better bow tha fuck out nigga

Hussein Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia,
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it