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

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

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over madina's
Take crazy for

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

Can ya that 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 off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm fire from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about that bitch
You be layin' 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, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha 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 or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

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

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

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

These niggas ain't ready for this gangsta shit here
We been 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 time we touch tha booth nigga
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, Inc bosses
we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it