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

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

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

Hated Jesus Christ
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' permission to his life
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 send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

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

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

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

Got my blind D O G's brail and coats
tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like 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 reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no playin' around with this rap
Banana clip, mack's spit wrapped in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha where tha skinny 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 walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

Bitch ass 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 fuck out

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