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

know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

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 with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
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 when we cock and
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

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

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, out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk 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 taste for

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then y'all with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

You a gangsta '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 confusin' y'all he tha shit

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no around with this rap shit
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
we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

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