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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 runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give 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

done sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm fire 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 heard about bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some off of Sunset

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga 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,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's 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, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
More militant then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick green
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

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

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

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,

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

Bitch ass niggas you know it is
Every we touch tha muthafuckin' 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, Murder Inc
we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow get it