We happen to be, them LIVE NIGGAZ
  (Don't try) NIGGAZ
  Do or DIE NIGGAZ
  Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILLFIGGA
  One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA
  *repeat*
  
  Verse one: Lil Fame'
  
  We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack!
  To the history of rap
  From the history, of street misery
  The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
  (William and) Womack, pa
  It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
  The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
  (Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
  What it look like, when they on the pipe?
  Slinging the same as Fame getting cream all night
  (Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
  Cause I know what it be like, when you got no bread
  When you down and out, people turn they back at you
  Even the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
  I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
  I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
  Hold that down,
  As I step off, no frown
  Keep that pretty smile, like always
  Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
  But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
  I got family from CI to B'ville
  We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real
  (Now slide) Slide
  Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide
  
  Chorus: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)
  
  *change 4th line to: William Berkuance, live (Hillfigga)*
  
  Verse two: Billy Danze
  
  Now I don't know if you remember me, it's (William Berkuance)
  From downtown swingin and slinging is no shit
  Watch these real niggaz, move crowds
  While you pathetic, dibetic ass niggaz ain't allowed
  I'm not a gangster, and I won't lie
  I've always been afraid to die
  (So when worst come to worst) I'll back my shit out first
  I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a herse
  When its TIME TO ROLL you know where them thugs at
  (First Family!) , you know where my love's at
  Give up to my peers who survived through the Blood, Sweat, and Tears
  Here to a hundred years
  We won't change or switch or aim or pitch!
  We dedicated to dominating the same shit
  Holla-holler! I know what I may have to do
  (You know my motto!) Walk past and slash your crew
  If I'm after you, it's on
  Keep your head up, cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
  (Come on!) So now you remember me
  It's the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD
  
  Chorus: *first 1/2 Lil' Fame, second 1/2 Billy Danze*
  
  Verse three:
  
  Lil' Fame: Can I hear silence? For the peops thats deceased
  *pause* REST IN PEACE
  Ya', (Ya') Still with me
  And I still keep old feel with me
  I'm dedicated to the game
  Whether its the streets or this rap thing, I'm gon' maintain
  A Brooklyn ?fugitive?
  I'm the judge(What?!), jury (What?!), and the executioner
  
  Billy Danze: I'm used to, the automatic machines
  (The heavy calibre) And the bloody crime scenes
  You know my name, I've been trained to flip
  From the environment where they be firing whole clips
  So tell your man tsop flinchin
  Stand at attention! and prepare for the lynchin
  (Firing Squad) With the same tale
  (The last of the best) And we saved the best for last *echoes*
  *beat to fade*