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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' from the of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
is your 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 send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

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

Y'all 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, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule niggas 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 from base to bullshit like Jalen Rose

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

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac
Clutching tha 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 with rap shit
clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha niggas ride nigga

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

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

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

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