It's Murda (Freestyle) - Ja Rule feat Hussein Fatal
[Intro Ja rule]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthaf_cka!
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_gga
(my n_gga Fatal on tha muthaf_ckin ones and twos)
Holla back you b_tch ass n_ggaz
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
Yo, cock s_cka', 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 b_tches
and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that n_gga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a f_ck
I don't give a f_ck, 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
Motherf_cka 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_tch made, and I heard about that b_tch
you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that n_gga 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 n_gga (It's Murda)
Rule' these n_ggas 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_t 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_ggas 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_gga 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_ckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta sh_t
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta b_tch
"Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha sh_t
We sex, money and murda you n_ggas
Ain't no playin' around with this rap sh_t
banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny n_ggas die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny n_ggas ride n_gga...
Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this sh_t poppin' in this muthaf_cka
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha muthaf_ckin' club you punk n_ggas walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
These n_ggas ain't ready for this gansta sh_t right here
We been doing this sh_t for a long time
Ya'll n_ggas got the streets confused n_gga
we been on this gansta thug sh_t
B_tch ass n_ggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthaf_ckin booth n_gga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you n_ggas asses
N_ggas better gracefully bow tha f_ck out n_gga
Hussein Fatal' n_gga, Rap-alot-mafia, n_gga
M.I.B n_gga, murder inc bosses,
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...