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

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

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got shot times

Can ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
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 them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' fire nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 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 heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we cock and
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him 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 bullshit like Jalen Rose

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

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

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

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

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

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

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

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

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