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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 on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch 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, ride red black madina's
Take crazy for

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

Can tell ya that I don't 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 sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some off of Sunset

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

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

Rule these crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe won't win without 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 in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
shots niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no around with this rap shit
clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my this 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 niggas out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this gangsta shit

ass niggas 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

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