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

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

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

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

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they 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 brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell 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 with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha taste for

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

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

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

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

These niggas ain't ready for gangsta shit right here
We been doing this for a long time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We on this 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 niggas'
Niggas gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga

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