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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 bitch ass

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

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that that got shot nine times

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

When sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

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 about that
You be layin' up with, some where off of Sunset

Y'all haven't yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo is no use when we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is shit
And 50 you nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac' have 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' with this rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
tha city where tha skinny niggas die no
You my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

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

These niggas ain't for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a long
Y'all niggas got the streets confused
We been on this 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 better gracefully bow tha fuck out

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