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

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

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

When done off with tha front 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 talkin' fire from

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, where off of Sunset

Y'all heard yet that 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

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

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick
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 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 with rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got 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 for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this thug shit

ass niggas you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' 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, Inc bosses
Rule we baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it