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

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

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

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

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

When done sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

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 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 and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

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

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' 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 with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
More militant minded then faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha beam, suckin' 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 playin' around with this rap
clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got shit 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 ain't ready for gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a time
Y'all got the streets confused nigga
We on this gangsta thug shit

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

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