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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
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

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

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga 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 Fatal
It's Murda,

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
my set, pieced 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 with tha ox, 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 minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule it's
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 shit here
We been doing shit for a long time
niggas got the streets confused nigga
We been on gangsta thug shit

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

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