It's murda, ha ha ha

It's murda, we back up in this mutha***a

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 mutha***in' 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 ***, I don't give a ***

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

Mother***a 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, mutha***as 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 bull*** 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 ***

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 *** We ***, money and murda you niggas

Ain't no playin' around with this rap ***

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 *** poppin' in this mutha***a

Rule it's good

And we into tha mutha***in' 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 *** right here

We been doing this *** for a long time

Y'all niggas got the streets confused nigga

We been on this gangsta thug *** Bitch ass niggas you know what it is

Every time we touch tha mutha***in' booth nigga

It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas' asses

Niggas better gracefully bow tha *** 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