| It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas | |
| Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em) | |
| Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em | |
| Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em) | |
| [Lil' Fame] | |
| Live from the underworld | |
| It's Fizzy Womack ten bitch | |
| And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin | |
| Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore I blast | |
| Cuz your breath smell like shit, from talkin our ya ass | |
| Hold that, (down) it's the invisible Brownsvillain | |
| That stand up on fertile ground (make 'em leave) | |
| I try ta (when I spit) I got 'em (best believe) | |
| I shot 'em, make 'em shit rock bottom | |
| You started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya | |
| Now you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea | |
| Home skillet, you way outta my past | |
| It's 7:25 and I'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass | |
| 7:30 in the face, crazy ass nigga | |
| Fuck money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigga | |
| Watch the guns cock, pop, Brooklyn style | |
| Bucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) {Blaow!} | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Say it (Brownsville) say it again nigga (Brownsvillllllle) | |
| To the motherfuckin end nigga | |
| I'm a street roller, heat holder | |
| Complete soldier -- repeat soldier | |
| William will hop out of a stolen ova | |
| And slump ya ass over | |
| I'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder | |
| Got a little bit of a chip on my shoulder | |
| I will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept | |
| You motherfuckers better watch ya step | |
| (Debt) It's danger when fuckin wit a nickel-plated soldier | |
| Creep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya) | |
| I leave your inner body outta place | |
| Have you right in front of the Tunnel wit holes in your face | |
| You niggas want war, keep it like that | |
| We will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Lil' Fame] | |
| I never been afraid to ride | |
| I ain't afraid to live, so you know I ain't afraid to die | |
| Put five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this | |
| I'mma make his ass rest in piss (blackout) | |
| Catch him in a dark alley, and hit ass wit the grand finale | |
| (Blackout) Two more times (blackout, blackout) | |
| I told you about fuckin wit mine, game over | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Flatline, tell ya niggas it's gat time | |
| Don't ever try to come at mine | |
| You never know what scheme I'm on | |
| Until the beam come on | |
| You know what team I'm on | |
| From the homicidal side of town | |
| Now, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up | |
| (Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill | |
| You motherfuckers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...) |
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