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

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

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and 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 like Jesus
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got shot nine

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
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 gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like
Or maybe 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

Y'all haven't heard yet nigga change 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 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 lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some like Jalen Rose

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

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only 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 with 'Pac
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

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

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

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

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