Ja Rule It's Murda (freestyle) (feat. Lyrics

[Intro Ja rule]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this m____fucka!
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____
(my n____ Fatal on tha m____fuckin ones and twos)
Holla back you b____ a__ n____z

[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
Yo, c___ sucka', I get squat and post and c___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 b____es
and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that n____ 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 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
m_________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____ made, and I heard about that b____
you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that n____ change is "Loose"
And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
Yo vest is no use when we c___ and flame
It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)

[Verse 2 Hussein Fatal]
It's Murda (yeah)
Hussein Fatal n____ (It's Murda)
m____fuckas...
Rule' these n____s 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 bullshit 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____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
n____ 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 s___
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta b____
"Pac'" would have never did no song with no w___sta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha s___
We s__, money and murda you n____s
Ain't no playin' around with this rap s___
banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny n____s die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny n____s ride n____...

Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this s___ poppin' in this m____fucka
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha m____fuckin' club you punk n____s walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
These n____s ain't ready for this gansta s___ right here
We been doing this s___ for a long time
Ya'll n____s got the streets confused n____
we been on this gansta thug s___
b____ a__ n____s you know what it is
every time we touch tha m____fuckin booth n____
It's gonna be fire, fire on you n____s a__es
n____s better gracefully bow tha f___ out n____
Hussein Fatal' n____, Rap-alot-mafia, n____
M.I.B n____, murder inc bosses,
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...