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murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in this
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 ones and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to take his
is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

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

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 that bitch
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 vest is no use we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these 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 brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick 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' have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

We sex, money and you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit wrapped in plastic
This tha where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny 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,
Yound D', Merc,

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

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