murda, ha ha ha It's murda, we up in this muthafucka murda
Y'all who we be (Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga) My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos back you bitch ass niggaz
Yo, cocksucka', I get and post and cocked tha nina' In tha five Beamer, dump and lean ya I fell off on a misdemeanor, red over black madina's Take for genius
like Jesus Christ My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases My thesis more extraordinary And that nigga that got nine times
Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck God may I ask yo' permission to his life 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 send you and fem yo mom's at you hear that? And I talkin' about them heavenly skies I'm talkin' fire from
Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low You bitch made, and I heard that bitch You be layin' up with, some where off of Sunset
haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose And I got proof, get it? I got Yo vest is no use when we and flame Murda, murda incorporated
It's Murda, Hussein nigga It's Murda,
Rule these crazy, reppin' him without me A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without me Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but Went from to some bullshit like Jalen Rose
Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold my set, pieced out flame tha tec Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet
Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood
Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha
You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch Pac' would have never did no with no wanksta snitch He confusin' he ain't tha shit
We sex, and murda you niggas Ain't no playin' around this rap shit Banana clip, mack's bodies wrapped in plastic This tha city where tha skinny die no You heard my this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga
Plat, tha don Believe we got shit poppin' in this muthafucka Rule good And we tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin' out city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda Yound D', Merc,
niggas ain't ready for this gangsta shit right here We been doing this shit for a long Y'all niggas got the confused nigga We been on gangsta thug shit
Bitch ass niggas you know it is time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth nigga It's gonna be fire, fire on you asses better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga
Hussein nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses we here baby, Brick City Jerseys Yeah, let's get it