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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
Holla you bitch 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 and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga got shot 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
is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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 about that
You be slayin' up with, some where off of Sunset

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

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

Got my blind D O G's brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne

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

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

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

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

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

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

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

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