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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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 black madina's
Take for genius

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

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 tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' from nines

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some off of Sunset

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
Murda, murda incorporated

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

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

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

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, 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 bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded with rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

We sex, money and murda you
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

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

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

Bitch ass niggas you know it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth
It's gonna be fire, on you niggas' 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, let's get it