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

know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the 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 five Beamer, dump and lean ya
I off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I 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 done sawed off with tha front of gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 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' up with, some where off of Sunset

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

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant then y'all faded 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 gangsta
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
Pac' would have never did no song no wanksta snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

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

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

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

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

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