Murda (We Don’t Believe You) Fabolous (Ft. Paul Cain)

[Intro: Fabolous]
Nobody likes you, but that's OK
We Gon ride on him anyway
We gon ride on him anyway
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, fuck around and leave you
Murda, we don't believe you
Murda murda, your life's on the line!

[Verse 1: Paul Cain]
[?]
The rap version of TD Jakes
Crossing over all the CD's and tapes
Won't give this man a crumb off the little that he makes
[He ain't been hot since] Puff had [?] Big and Mase
Start shit, by a fraction of a hair he escapes
Got a murder rap on you, motherfucking disgrace
Bitch nigga, you a coward and I see it in your face
It's obvious, you talk about [clown nigga Ma$e]
Leave the beefing to thе street niggas, fall back, do your thing
And you don't want none of what this P90 Ruger bring
Just a schoolboy playing ball for Martin Luther King
Turn rappеr niggas used to strip you for bling
Turn pastor, you and God must have had a fling
[?] no halo, I remove your wings
You don't live up to the image you're portraying
Believe half of what you see, y'all none of what he's saying
Stop lying