[Chorus 2X: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)

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 2X]



[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