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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like 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 that change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

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

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out 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 hoes chase 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 rhymes
tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

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

We sex, money and murda you
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
tha city where tha skinny niggas die no
You my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a time
Y'all got the streets confused nigga
We been on this gangsta thug

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

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