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

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

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

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

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

When sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
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
It's Murda, incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth 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 drop
More militant minded then y'all with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' you punk niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

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