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

know who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
God may I ask yo' to take 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 send you and fem where yo at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the 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' layin' up with, some off of Sunset

Y'all heard 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

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, they 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 heat in tha winter I can't tell cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw 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 hoes 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 with 'Pac
Clutching tha beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

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

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

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

These niggas ain't ready for this gangsta shit here
We been doing this shit for a time
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, on you niggas' asses
better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga

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