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

know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you ass niggaz

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

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
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' permission to 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 of them gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire 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 about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some off of Sunset

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like 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 hoes tha thugs
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this 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,

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

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

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