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

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

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
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 his life
This is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha

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

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

Y'all haven't heard yet nigga change 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,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, dirty 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 Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is shit
And 50 you nuthin' 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 playin' around this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha city where tha niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

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

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

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

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