murda, ha ha ha It's murda, we back up in this murda
Y'all who we be (Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' the back of BET either nigga) My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos back you bitch ass niggaz
Yo, cocksucka', I get and post and cocked tha nina' In tha series Beamer, dump and lean ya I off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's crazy for genius
Hated like Jesus My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases My thesis more extraordinary And that nigga got shot nine times
Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck God may I ask yo' to take his life This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages
When done sawed off tha front of them gauges To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at you hear that? And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly I'm talkin' from nines
Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low You bitch made, and I about that bitch You be slayin' layin' up with, where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't yet that nigga change is loose And I got proof, get it? I got Yo vest is no use when we and flame It's Murda, incorporated
Murda, yeah Hussein nigga Murda, muthafuckas
Rule niggas crazy, reppin' him without me A.I in tha click, believe they won't win without me Yo, I'm small homies, frail but bold Went base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose
Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats Keep tha in tha winter I can't tell it's cold Clean my set, out flame tha tec Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet
Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya I'm tha truth tha ox, keep gum on tha banger Hussein, the only reason hoes tha thugs Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood
Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs More militant minded then y'all faded 'Pac rhymes Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha green Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha
You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch He confusin' y'all he ain't tha
We sex, and murda you niggas Ain't no playin' around with rap shit Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic This tha city where tha niggas die no You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride
Plat, tha don Believe we got this shit in this muthafucka it's good And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas out Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Yound D', Merc,
These niggas ain't ready for gangsta shit right here We been doing shit for a long time Y'all niggas got the streets confused We on this gangsta thug shit
ass niggas you know what it is Every time we tha muthafuckin' booth nigga It's gonna be fire, on you niggas' asses Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out
Hussein Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc Rule we here baby, City Jerseys Yeah, Shadow get it