[Intro Ja rule]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthaf**a!
It's Murda... y'all know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either n***a
(my n***a Fatal on tha muthaf**in ones and twos)
Holla back you b**h a** n***as
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
Yo, co*k s**a', I get squat and post and co*ked 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 b**hes
And new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that n***a that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a f**
I don't give a f**, nicolas cage 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
Motherf**a 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 b**h made, and I heard about that b**h
You be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that n***a change is "Loose"
And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
Yo vest is no use when we co*k and flame
It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)
[Verse 2 Hussein Fatal]
It's Murda (yeah)
Hussein Fatal n***a (It's Murda)
Muthaf**as...
Rule' these n***as 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 bullsh** 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 n***as 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
n***a 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, s**in' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta sh**
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta b**h
"Pac'" would have never did no song with no wa*ksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha sh**
We s**, money and murda you n***as
Ain't no playin' around with this rap sh**
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny n***as die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny n***as ride n***a...
Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this sh** poppin' in this muthaf**a
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha muthaf**in' club you punk n***as walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless
These n***as ain't ready for this gansta sh** right here
We been doing this sh** for a long time
Ya'll n***as got the streets confused n***a
We been on this gansta thug sh**
b**h a** n***as you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthaf**in booth n***a
It's gonna be fire, fire on you n***as a**es
n***as better gracefully bow tha f** out n***a
Hussein Fatal' n***a, Rap-alot-mafia, n***a
M.I.B n***a, murder inc bosses
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...