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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' the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these crazy, reppin' 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 bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, 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 tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
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 faded with 'Pac
Clutching tha beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

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

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no around with 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
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this
Rule it's
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
Yound D', Merc,

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

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

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