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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 ya runnin' 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 post and cocked tha
In tha five Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red black madina's
Take crazy for

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
God may I ask yo' to take his life
This is 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' about heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, 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 when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe won't win without me
Yo, I'm small homies, frail but bold
Went from base to bullshit like Jalen 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, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha taste for

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
More militant then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha beam, suckin' tha stick 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 bitch
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no playin' around with this rap
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 muthafuckin' club you punk walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this thug shit

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

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