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

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 you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't 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 sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

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

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

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I in tha click, believe they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but
Went from 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 it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw shots niggas like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

We sex, money and you niggas
Ain't no playin' around this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies 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 poppin' in this
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 right
We been doing this for a long time
Y'all got the streets confused nigga
We on this gangsta thug shit

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

Hussein nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it