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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 on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you ass niggaz

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

Hated like Christ
My always been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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 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 about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, murda

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

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

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth 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 bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

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

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

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

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