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