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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
is your 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 in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

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

haven't 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,
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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 hoes chase tha
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' you punk niggas 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 for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this gangsta thug

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

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