[Intro x5]
I don't give a fuck where you from

[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda
Fuckin' with me you gon' lose
Murda, murda, murda
It's gonna be murda
Uh
Murda, murda, murda
Fuckin' with me you gon' lose
Murda, murda, murda
It's gonna be murda

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
And that goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh)
This goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh)
That goes for everybody thinkin' it's them
FUCK (fuck) you, you and you, her, him and him
What up, mister gangsta? (What up?)
What up, mister pranksta? (What up?)
What up, bitch, it's Famesta
You jive-ass wannabe, live-ass half-faked-ass grimy-ass slimy-ass caterpillar
This shit's the realness (uh), game over
Get your shit tight, Sammy, you sound so shocked
N***a, I ain't holdin', I come to the rock
Through all blocks to hold me down 'cause I'm rockin' weird clothing (Hahahahaha)
Bitch, this M.O.P.'s, fuck all o' you n***as (Oh yеah)
Fizzy-Fizzy-Fizzy's balls is the biggest
Playa OG okey dokеy, I blow and cap peelin' your house
While yo' family playin', karaoke
I'm a get down n***a, sip brown liquor
Hennessy straight, make the kids sound slicker
Don't have me call the First Family up to brawl
'Cause we love war, we the definition of
[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Uh, uh, ayo, we still get 'em charged, ain't nothin' changed
We do our thang, for n***as that bang in the yard
LET'S GET IT POPPIN'
That's wassup, n***a
And your crew is broad and you can get these nuts, n***a
We play hard
Yes, yes y'all, we back to bless y'all
We do it with finesse y'all, with the proud of Brownsville on our chest y'all
Who the best y'all?
N***as, know better, quick to squeeze on 'em, put B's on 'em
And poke holes in your leather (Hehehehe)
Street dweller, neighborhood Goodfella, trendsetter
Real steel hittas with vendettas
[Murda, murda
It's gonna be murda]
Nobody's in charge
(Nobody runnin'!)
Know it may be new to you but we already done it
I sit back and watch you dumb son of a bitches
Make asses out yourselves to struggle for these riches (Hehe)
You place your integrity, your bags your marijuana
STAB YOUR HOMIES IN THE BACK
And sacrifice honor (Aha!)
[Murda, murda
It's gonna be murda]
[Chorus x2]

[Outro x2: Lil' Fame]
And that goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh)
This goes for everybody thinkin' it's them (Uh-huh)
That goes for everybody thinkin' it's them
FUCK you, you and you, her, him and him

I don't give a fuck where you from [x6]