Background ******

It's them Background ******, back down ******

Murda-ma-murda ***** (kill 'em, *****, kill 'em)

Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em

Murda-ma-murda ***** (kill 'em, *****, kill 'em)

[Lil' Fame]

Live from the underworld

It's Fizzy Womack ten *****

And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin

Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore I blast

Cuz your breath smell like ****, 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 **** rock bottom

You started some ****, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya

Now you sellin up ****, 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 *****

money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast *****

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 ***** (Brownsvillllllle)

To the end *****

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 better watch ya step

(Debt) It's danger when 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 ****** 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 wit mine, game over

[Billy Danze]

Flatline, tell ya ****** 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 ****** round up, will tear the ground up

(Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill

You better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...)