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

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

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And nigga that got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give 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 in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm fire from nines

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

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

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they 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 in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
shots niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes 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 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick
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 with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny 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
Rule it's
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

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

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