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

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

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And nigga 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 take his
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 them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, where 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
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 lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

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

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

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

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have 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
clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas nigga

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

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

Bitch ass niggas you what it is
Every time we touch tha booth 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 City
Yeah, let's get it