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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 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 cocked tha
In tha series Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
crazy for genius

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

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

When done sawed off tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they win without me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullshit like Rose

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

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

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

You ain't a 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would never 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 this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride

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

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

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

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