M.o.p. - Background Niggaz Lyrics
[chorus 2x: lil fame (billy danze)Its them background niggaz, back down niggasMurda-ma-murda nigga (kill em, nigga, kill em)Leave them slumped back, feel em, young cats peel emMurda-ma-murda nigga (kill em, nigga, kill em)[lil fame]Live from the underworldIts fizzy womack ten *****And I aint yappin, Im clappinYour aint a murderer, start walkin fore I blastCuz your breath smell like shit, from talkin our ya assHold that, (down) its the invisible brownsvillainThat 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 bottomYou started some shit, see ya, wouldnt wanna be yaNow you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrheaHome skillet, you way outta my pastIts 7:25 and Im 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass7:30 in the face, crazy ass nigga***** money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast niggaWatch the guns *****, pop, brooklyn styleBucka (bucka) bu-bucka (bu-bucka) bucka (bucka) {blaow!}[chorus 2x][billy danze]Say it (brownsville) say it again nigga (brownsvillllllle)To the mother*****in end niggaIm a street roller, heat holderComplete soldier -- repeat soldierWilliam will hop out of a stolen ovaAnd slump ya ass overIm a little bit bolder, a little bit colderGot a little bit of a chip on my shoulderI will rip through you cobra, quiet as keptYou mother*****ers better watch ya step(debt) its danger when *****in wit a nickel-plated soldierCreep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya)I leave your inner body outta placeHave you right in front of the tunnel wit holes in your faceYou niggas want war, keep it like thatWe will make it uglier then sin when my empire strikes back[chorus 2x][lil fame]I never been afraid to rideI aint afraid to live, so you know I aint afraid to diePut five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of thisImma 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 *****in wit mine, game over[billy danze]Flatline, tell ya niggas its gat timeDont ever try to come at mineYou never know what scheme Im onUntil the beam come onYou know what team Im onFrom the homicidal side of townNow, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up(clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drillYou mother*****ers better respect the ville (kill, kill...)[chorus 2x]
