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

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 squat and post and tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, red over black madina's
Take for genius

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I 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 ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' 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 is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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 hoes tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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