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

know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' 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 like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more than
And nigga that got shot nine times

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

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

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

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 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 lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullshit Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

We sex, money and you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit wrapped in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

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

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

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

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