(feat. Hussein Fatal). [Intro Ja rule]. It's Murda... (ha ha ha). It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!. 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. [Verse 1 Ja Rule]. 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 extrordinary. 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. Motherfucka 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 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 (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha). [Verse 2 Hussein Fatal]. 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-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 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.... Plaaattt... 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- alot- 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-alot-mafia nigga. M.I.B nigga murder inc bosses. Rule' we here baby brick city jerses mafia.