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

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

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got nine times

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
God may I ask yo' to take his life
is your 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 you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' fire nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I about that bitch
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
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

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 with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

You ain't a 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

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

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

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

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

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