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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' 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 fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over madina's
crazy for genius

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

Can tell ya I don't give 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 send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the 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 where off of

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

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

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

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw shots niggas 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 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 stick
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

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

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

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We doing this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this thug shit

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

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