M.o.p. - Background n***az lyrics

[chorus 2x: lil' fame (billy danze) It's them background n***az, back down n***as Murda-ma-murda n***a (k** 'em, n***a, k** 'em) Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em Murda-ma-murda n***a (k** 'em, n***a, k** 'em) [lil' fame] Live from the underworld It's fizzy womack ten b**h And i ain't yappin, i'm clappin Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore i blast Cuz your breath smell like sh**, from talkin our ya a** 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 sh** rock bottom You started some sh**, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Now you sellin up sh**, creaks floatin in diarrhea Home sk**et, you way outta my past It's 7:25 and i'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya a** 7:30 in the face, crazy a** n***a f** money, i want your life, and you gon pay me fast n***a Watch the guns co*k, pop, brooklyn style Bucka (bucka) bu-bucka (bu-bucka) bucka (bucka) {blaow!} [chorus 2x] [billy danze] Say it (brownsville) say it again n***a (brownsvillllllle) To the motherf**in end n***a I'm a street roller, heat holder Complete soldier -- repeat soldier William will hop out of a stolen ova And slump ya a** 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 motherf**ers better watch ya step (debt) it's danger when f**in 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 n***as 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 a** rest in piss (blackout) Catch him in a dark alley, and hit a** wit the grand finale (blackout) two more times (blackout, blackout) I told you about f**in wit mine, game over [billy danze] Flatline, tell ya n***as 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 n***as round up, will tear the ground up (clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill You motherf**ers better respect the 'ville (k**, k**...) [chorus 2x]