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

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' and twos
Holla back you 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, ride red over black
Take for genius

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot times

Can tell ya that I don't a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to take his
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo is no use when we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

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

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

Got my blind D O G's brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
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 with tha ox, gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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