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Background N****z

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Background N****z was released on October 9, 2000 by Epic as a part of the album Warriorz

Song Details

Release DateOctober 9, 2000

LabelEpic

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

M.O.P.

Performer

Billy Danze

Vocals

Lil Fame

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Daryl Pittman

Songwriter

Eric Murry

Songwriter

Jamal Grinnage

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Doug Guemes

Assistant Engineer

Eddie Sancho

Mixing Engineer

DJ Premier

Mixing Engineer

Rocklogic

Recording Engineer

Dexter Thibou

Assistant Engineer

Dr. Period

Producer

Tony Dawsey

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)

It's them Background ****, back down ****

Murda-ma-murda **** (kill 'em, ****, kill 'em)

Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em

Murda-ma-murda **** (kill 'em, ****, kill 'em)

Live from the underworld

It's Fizzy Womack ten bitch

And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin

Your ain't a murderer, start walkin 'fore I blast

Cuz your breath smell like shit, from talkin our ya ass

Hold that, (down) it's the invisible Brownsvillain

That 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 bottom

You started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya

Now you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea

Home skillet, you way outta my past

It's 7:25 and I'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass

7:30 in the face, crazy ass ****

Fuck money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast ****

Watch the guns cock, pop, Brooklyn style

Bucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) {Blaow!}

Say it (Brownsville) say it again **** (Brownsvillllllle)

To the motherfuckin end ****

I'm a street roller, heat holder

Complete soldier -- repeat soldier

William will hop out of a stolen ova

And slump ya ass over

I'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder

Got a little bit of a chip on my shoulder

I will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept

You motherfuckers better watch ya step

(Debt) It's danger when fuckin wit a nickel-plated soldier

Creep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya)

I leave your inner body outta place

Have you right in front of the Tunnel wit holes in your face

You **** want war, keep it like that

We will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back

I never been afraid to ride

I ain't afraid to live, so you know I ain't afraid to die

Put five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this

I'mma 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 fuckin wit mine, game over

Flatline, tell ya **** it's gat time

Don't ever try to come at mine

You never know what scheme I'm on

Until the beam come on

You know what team I'm on

From the homicidal side of town

Now, get my **** round up, will tear the ground up

(Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill

You motherfuckers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...)

Written by: D. Pittman, E. Murry, J. Grinnage

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