[Billy Danze]
Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!)
BD, I get better with time like a fine wine
You see, ever since I was a youth
I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I never been accused of perjury
I will clap gats at 'em cats if they try to murder me
You heard of me, (Hilfigga!)
Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)
But I try not to show it baby
Cause if I got to show sk**, I will
I'm comin from Brownsville, (Downtown)
Swingin this bump bill, bringin it so ill
(You n***as been warned)
If I get to sidesteppin' and grippin' my weapon it's on
Once I stretch 'em I'm gone, the old thug way
(No need to stress him he gone)
The no love way
f** him! co*ks**er I'm lettin' you know
You lookin for Brook, you went to Fizzy Wo, we Downtown
[Hook: Lil Fame and Billy Danze (X2)]
Who bringin this? Downtown Swinga!
Swingin this
Down here we be the kings of this
Never ga**ed to do, what I have to do
Splashin' you, blastin' you, international!
[Lil Fame]
Stand back when this n***a kick off, the black stallion
All-American slash Trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in his skullyhole (Gangsta!)
Mister fizzy Wo gettin' busy yo
Make motherf**ers ask, "What the f** is he yo?"
I tote the .45 when I feel I'm doomed
f** them ca**ettes I don't plan to die no time soon
Down, Downtown swinga
Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt)
When it's hammer time we crash the house (no doubt)
Regulate and clear the punk ba*tards out (no doubt)
Yo I illustrate and design for those doin' crimes
Totin' heat and in the streets like yellow lines
And I'm here to represent for 'em
So bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown
[Hook]
[Lil Fame]
Oh sh**! It's on n***a
Pack your sh**, and get gone n***a
Here come Fame, Bill Danze and them (right!)
Ain't no tame to handle 'em, (true)
Cuz when I'm on a mission duke, grippin' a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin' you, it's traditional
(Let's co*k back the chrome) And wreck the party
And I'm that one n***a that f** it up for everybody
[Billy Danze]
Get em up, clak clak!
Hit 'em up, bookah bookah!
Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka!
Shut 'em up, for good
We regulate this hood downtown soldier
And we will lay your a** down told ya
In a heartbeat this is our streets we're divided in crews
Bet' not nann one of you motherf**ers move, speak to me
(Make moves) Wrong n***a to cross
A lot of n***as found they self lost, and tossed in the fire
[Scratches, samples to end]