Irv Gotti - It's Murda (Freestyle) lyrics

[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...