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

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

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

Can tell ya I don't give a fuck, I don't give 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

When done sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's 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 somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of

Y'all haven't yet that 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

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

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
Pac' would never 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, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit in this muthafucka
it's 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 gangsta shit right here
We been doing shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets confused
We been on this thug shit

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

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