It's murda (freestyle) by Ja Rule
[Intro Hussein Fatal]
[Intro Ja rule]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthaf**ka!
It's Murda... y'all know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
(my nigga Fatal on tha muthaf**kin ones and twos)
Holla back you b**ch ass niggaz
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
Yo, cock sucka', 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**ches
and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a f**k
I don't give a f**k, 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**ka 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**ch made, and I heard about that b**ch
you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga 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 nigga (It's Murda)
Rule' these niggas 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 niggas 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
Nigga 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, suckin' 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**ch
"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 niggas
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 niggas die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...
Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this sh*t poppin' in this muthaf**ka
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha muthaf**kin' club you punk niggas walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
These niggas ain't ready for this gansta sh*t right here
We been doing this sh*t for a long time
Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga
we been on this gansta thug sh*t
b**ch ass niggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthaf**kin booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha f**k out nigga
Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...