[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 siht, 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
  You niggas want war, keep it like that
  We will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [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...)