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

Y'all know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either *****)
My ***** Fatal on tha mutha***kin' ones and twos
Holla back you ***** *** *****z

Yo, ****sucka', I get squat and post and ****ed 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 *****es and new bills with creases
My thesis more than extraordinary
And that ***** that got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I don't give a ***k, I don't give a ***k
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***ka 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 ***** made, and I heard about that *****
You be slayin' 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 proof
Yo vest is no use when we **** and flame
It's Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal *****
It's Murda, mutha***kas

Rule these *****s 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 ******** 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 *****s 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
***** 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 *****
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha ****

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

Plat, Hussein tha don
Believe we got this **** poppin' in this mutha***ka
Rule it's good
And we into tha mutha***kin' club you punk *****s walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless

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

***** *** *****s you know what it is
Every time we touch tha mutha***kin' booth *****
It's gonna be fire, fire on you *****s' ***es
*****s better gracefully bow tha ***k out *****

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