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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 runnin' the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
This is 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 yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some like Jalen Rose

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch 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 reason hoes tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste 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 or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
would have 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 rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this
it's good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

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

Bitch ass you know 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

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