Eminem - Its Murda ( Cable Guy Remix ) lyrics

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 (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***az Yo, co*ks**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 genius Hated like Jesus Christ My weakness always been bad b**hes and new bills with creases My thesis more than extraordinary 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** 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 Motherf**a 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 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, murda incorporated 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 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 Clutching 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 snitch He confusin' y'all 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 wrapped 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 Plat, 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 gangsta sh** right here We been doing this sh** for a long time Y'all n***as got the streets confused n***a We been on this gangsta 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 Jerseys Yeah, Shadow let's get it