*featuring Hussein Fatal
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[Intro Ja rule]
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It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
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It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!
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It's Murda... y'all know who we be
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Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
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(my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)
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Holla back you bitch ass niggaz
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[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
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Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
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In tha five series beamer, dump and lean ya
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I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
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Take crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus Christ
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My weakness have always been bad bitches
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and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
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And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a fuck
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I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his life
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This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary, one for tha ages
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when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
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To engage in combat
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To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at
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Motherfucka you hear that
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And I ain't talkin about them heaven from skies
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I'm talkin' about them fire from nines
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Or maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-oh
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Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
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You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch
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you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
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Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose"
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And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
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Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame
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It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)
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[Verse 2 Hussein Fatal]
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It's Murda (yeah)
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Hussein Fatal nigga (It's Murda)
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Muthafuckas...
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Rule' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
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"A.I" ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me
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Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold
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went from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose"
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Got my blind D-O-G's readin' brail and coats
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keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
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Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec
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Throw shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet"
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Son of a gangsta, Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya
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I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
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Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs
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Nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood
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Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs
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more militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
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Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
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Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
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You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit
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And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
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"Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
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He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit
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We sex, money and murda you niggas
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Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit
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banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
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This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no)
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You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...
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Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
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Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
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Rule' it's good...
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And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin out
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Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
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Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
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These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here
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We been doing this shit for a long time
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Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga
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we been on this gansta thug shit
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Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
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every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga
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It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
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Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga
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Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
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M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
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Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
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Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...
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It's Murda (Freestyle)
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| Ja Rule |
