[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

Nigga, 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 niggas (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 nigga, 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 niggas that bang in the yard

LET'S GET IT POPPIN'

That's wassup, nigga

And your crew is broad and you can get these nuts, nigga

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?

Niggas, 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]