It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, it's
Murda, we back up in this mutha********ar
It's Murda y'all know who we be, yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch, ya
Runnin' from the back of
BET either ********, my ********,
FatalOn tha mutha******' ones and twos, holla back you ********** ass, ********z
Yo, ******** sucka',
I get squat and post and ********ed 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 ********
And new bills with
Krisis', my thesis more than extraordinary
And that ******** that got shot nine times can tell ya' that
I don'tGive a ********,
I don't give a ********,
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
Mother********ar 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 call 'cause you like five, oh, or maybe somewhere in
CalWhere you like to lay low you ********** made and
I heard about that **********
You be slayin' layin' up with some where off of
SunsetY'all haven't heard yet that ********, change is
Loose and
I gotProof, get it,
I got Proof, yo, vest is no use when we ******** and flame
It's Murda, yeah,
Murda incorporated, it's
Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal ********, it's
MurdaMutha********as,
Rule these ********s, crazy reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click believe they won't win without me, yo,
I'm smallLil' homies frail but bold went from base to some bull**********t
Like Jalen
Rose got my blind
D O Gs 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 ********s 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, ******** 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 **********t and 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta **********
Pac would have never did no song with no ******sta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha **********t we ***, money and murda
You ********s, ain't no playin' around with this rap **********t
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny ********s die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny, ********s
Ride ********,
Hussein tha don, believe we got this **********t poppin'
In this mutha********a
Rule it's good and we into tha mutha******' club
You punk ********s, walkin' out brick city,
Rule, Rap a lot, mafia
Murda, Yound
D', Merc,
Exsaless, these ********s, ain't ready for this
Gansta **********t right here, we been doing this **********t for a long time
Ya'll ********s got the streets confused, ********, we been on this
Gansta thug **********t, ********** ass, ********s you know what it is
Every time we touch tha mutha******' booth, ********
It's gonna be fire, fire on you ********s asses, ********s, better
Gracefully bow tha ******** out ********,
Hussein Fatal ********
Rap a lot mafia, ********,
M.I.B ********, murder
I N C bosses
RuleWe here, baby, brick city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo