It’s Murda (Freestyle) Ja Rule (Ft. Hussein Fatal)

[Intro: Ja Rule]
It's Murda, Ha-ha-ha
It's Murda
We back up in this motherfucker! (Word to mother)
It's Murda
Y'all know who we be
(Ayo don't let me catch you runnin' up out the back of BET either, nigga)
R.U.L.E. I.N.C, my nigga Fatal on the mutherfuckin' ones and twos, holla back, you bitch ass niggas

[Verse 1: Ja Rule & Hussein Fatal]
Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post then cock the Nina
In the five series beamer, dump and lean ya
A fel-on over misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for genius, hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with creases (Woo)
My thesis more than extraordinary and that nigga that got shot nine times could tell ya that I don't give a fuck (Bitch ass nigga)
I don't give a fuck, God may I, ask for your permission to take his life?
This is grown man B.I., N.C. to R.U.L.E. is extraordinary
One for the ages we done sawed off the front of them gauges
To engage in combat (Bitch ass niggas)
To send you and Fem where your mom's at (You know)
Motherfucker you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' 'bout them heavenly skies, I'm talkin' about fire from nines
Or maybe the (Come on) fifty cal' cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
Your bitch made (I see y'all niggas) don' heard about that bitch you been slayin', (Motherfuckin' Murder Inc. [?] niggas) layin' up with, some where right off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got Proof (Yeah, ha ha ha)
Vest is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, (Yeah) Murder Incorporated, haha