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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 ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I 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 tha front of them gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from 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 we cock and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

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

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

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

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the reason hoes chase tha thugs
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
militant 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 gangsta 'em, this is shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no snitch
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

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

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

These niggas ain't ready for this shit right here
We doing this shit for a long time
niggas got the streets confused nigga
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
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