It's Murda, it's Murda, we back up in this muthafuckar   It's Murda y'all know who we be, yeah, 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, cock sucka', 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 genuis   Hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness have always been bad bitches   And new bills with Krisis', 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 a man be I N C to R U L E extrordinary one   For tha ages when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges   To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo, moms at      Motherfuckar you hear that and I ain't talkin' about them heaven   From skies, I'm talkin' about them fire from nines or maybe   The fifty call '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, yeah, 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 Gs 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 out 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      Clucthing 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 snicth   He confusin' ya'll 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 rap up 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, 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 a lot, mafia   Murda, Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, these niggas, ain't ready for this Gansta shit right here, we been doing this shit for a long time      Ya'll niggas got the streets confused, nigga, we been on this   Gansta 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 a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C bosses Rule   We here, baby, brick city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo