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

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

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to 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 engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

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

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

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
More militant minded then faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

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

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

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

Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
Rule we here baby, City Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow get it