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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 muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, dump and ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
crazy 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 give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
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 front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' from nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule niggas 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 like Jalen Rose

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

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

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

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

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

Plat, tha don
we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule it's
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 shit here
We been doing this shit for a long
Y'all got the streets confused nigga
We been on this thug shit

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

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