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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 ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, dump and ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
Take crazy for

Hated like Christ
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga 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
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 engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about 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 vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule niggas crazy, reppin' 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 from base to bullshit like Jalen Rose

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

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

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

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

We sex, and murda you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas 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,
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 on this gangsta thug shit

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

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