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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
back you bitch 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 black
Take for genius

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with
My thesis 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' permission to his life
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about bitch
You be layin' up with, some where 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 we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then y'all with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha beam, suckin' 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 gangsta
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha

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

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

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

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

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