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

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

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 black
Take crazy for

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

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
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 hear
And I ain't talkin' them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule niggas 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 bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
shots niggas 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 Part Two I got tha taste for

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
More militant minded y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We doing this shit 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 Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia,
M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it