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

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

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

like Jesus Christ
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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

When done sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal 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 cock and
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
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 with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no playin' with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies 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 this shit poppin' in this
it's good
And we into tha muthafuckin' you punk niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
Yound D', Merc,

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

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

Hussein nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow get it