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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 ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga got shot nine times

Can ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't 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 sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the 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, some where off of

Y'all haven't heard yet that change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we cock and
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas like 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
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha

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

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

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

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

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