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

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

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

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

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done sawed off tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm fire from nines

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I about that bitch
You be slayin' up with, some where 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 we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, but bold
from base 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
shots niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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