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It's murda, ha ha ha It's murda, we back up in this muthafucka It's murda Y'all know who we be (Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga) My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos Holla back you bitch ass niggaz Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina' In tha five series Beamer, dump and lean ya I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's Take crazy for genius Hated like Jesus Christ My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with creases My thesis more than extraordinary And that nigga that got shot nine times Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck God may I ask yo' permission to take his life This is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages When done sawed off with tha front of them gauges To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at Motherfucka you hear that? And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly skies I'm talkin' fire from nines Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of Sunset Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose And I got proof, get it? I got proof Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame It's Murda, murda incorporated It's Murda, yeah Hussein Fatal nigga It's Murda, muthafuckas Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold Went from base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and coats Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a bang ya I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch He confusin' y'all he ain't tha shit We sex, money and murda you niggas Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic This tha city where tha skinny niggas die no You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga Plat, Hussein tha don Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka Rule it's good And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin' out Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda Yound D', Merc, Exsaless These niggas ain't ready for this gangsta shit right here We been doing this shit for a long time Y'all niggas got the streets confused nigga We been on this gangsta thug shit Bitch ass niggas you know what it is Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth nigga It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas' asses Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga Hussein Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc bosses Rule we here baby, Brick City Jerseys Yeah, Shadow let's get it