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

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

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha
In tha five series Beamer, dump and ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
Take for genius

Hated like Christ
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got shot nine

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

When done sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that change 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
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These niggas ain't ready for this gangsta right here
We been doing shit for a long time
niggas got the streets confused nigga
We been on gangsta thug shit

Bitch ass you know what 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, Murder Inc
we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it