It’s Murda (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule] It's Murda, Ha-ha-ha It's Murda We back up in this motherfucker! (Word to mother) It's Murda Y'all know who we be (Ayo don't let me catch you runnin' up out the back of BET either, nigga) R.U.L.E. I.N.C, my nigga Fatal on the mutherfuckin' ones and twos, holla back, you bitch ass niggas [Verse 1: Ja Rule & Hussein Fatal] Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post then cock the Nina In the five series beamer, dump and lean ya A fel-on over 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 (Woo) My thesis more than extraordinary and that nigga that got shot nine times could tell ya that I don't give a fuck (Bitch ass nigga) I don't give a fuck, God may I, ask for your permission to take his life? This is grown man B.I., N.C. to R.U.L.E. is extraordinary One for the ages we done sawed off the front of them gauges To engage in combat (Bitch ass niggas) To send you and Fem where your mom's at (You know) Motherfucker you hear that? And I ain't talkin' 'bout them heavenly skies, I'm talkin' about fire from nines Or maybe the (Come on) fifty cal' cause you like five-oh Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low Your bitch made (I see y'all niggas) don' heard about that bitch you been slayin', (Motherfuckin' Murder Inc. [?] niggas) layin' up with, some where right off of Sunset Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose And I got proof, get it? I got Proof (Yeah, ha ha ha) Vest is no use when we cock and flame It's Murda, (Yeah) Murder Incorporated, haha [DMX sample, DMX & Jay-Z sample, Hussein Fatal] It's Murda (Yeah, Hussein Fatal, nigga) It's Murda [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Mothafucka, Rule, these niggas crazy, reppin' him wit out me A.I. a tha click, believe they won't win wit out me Y'all small little homies, frail but bold Went from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose" Got my blind D.O.G's readin' brail in codes Keep the heat in the winter I can't tell it's cold Claim my set, pieced out flame the tech Throw shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet" Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'ma bang ya I'm the truth with the ox, keep gum on the banger Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs Nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood Log Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs More militant minded then y'all Fatal and 'pop mines Clutchin' 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 nuttin' but a gangsta bitch Pac would have never did a song with no wanksta snitch He confusin' y'all he ain't tha shit We sex, money and murda you niggas Ain't no playin' round with this rap shit Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic Tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no) You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga Plaaattt [Outro: Hussein Fatal] Hussein tha don Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka Rule what's good When we get to tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin' out Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia! Murda! Young D, Merse Exsaless These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here We been doin' 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 gon' 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, Jers mob Yeah Shadow Let's get it