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Chorus 2X: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
It's them Background , back down
Murda-ma-murda nigg* (kill 'em, nigg*, kill 'em)
Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em
Murda-ma-murda nigg* (kill 'em, nigg*, kill 'em)
Lil' Fame
Live from the underworld
It's Fizzy Womack ten b*tch
And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin
Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore I blast
Cuz your breath smell like s**t, 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 s**t rock bottom
You started some s**t, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Now you sellin up s**t, 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 as* nigg*
fk money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigg*
Watch the guns c*ck, pop, Brooklyn style
Bucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow!
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Billy Danze
Say it (Brownsville) say it again nigg* (Brownsvillllllle)
To the motherfkin end nigg*
I'm a street roller, heat holder
Complete soldier -- repeat soldier
William will hop out of a stolen ova
And slump ya as* 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 motherfkers better watch ya step
(Debt) It's danger when fkin 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
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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 as* rest in pi*s (blackout)
Catch him in a dark alley, and hit as* wit the grand finale
(Blackout) Two more times (blackout, blackout)
I told you about fkin 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 motherfkers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...)
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