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murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in muthafucka
It's

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you ass niggaz

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

like Jesus Christ
My always been 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 give a
God may I ask yo' permission to take his
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done sawed off tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but
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 it's
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
shots niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then 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 ain't nuthin' but a gangsta
Pac' would have never did no song no wanksta snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit in this muthafucka
Rule it's
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

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

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