[ VERSE 1: Billy Danzini ]
  Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord
  Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
  If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together
  Real niggas do real things, so that mean whatever
  You was warned before you came
  So I ain't to blame for your ass being torn out the frame
  I get nuts off whenever beef occur
  All I'm askin ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?
  If you want it, then you can get it, homes
  What you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
  Come with your boys and roll with force
  No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for your chestboard
  Tell my peoples that's real: Get your steel
  Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hill
  Lil' Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
  Shaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang
  Danzenie will never have it, that's why I keep my automatic
  In case I run into some static
  Search all night, lookin for the gun fight
  Troopin from dust to dawn, ready to get it on
  Creep through the town, checkin out the scene
  Index finger on the trigger of my serve machine
  So don't ever harass me, or put nothin past me
  Cause you'll be the next when I blast, gee
  Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
  For Billy Danzenie, the drama lord
  
  [ VERSE 2: Lil' Fame ]
  Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start static?
  Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!
  Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet
  Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete
  M.O.P.'s ready to hurt a muthafucka
  Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville Sluggers
  Punk niggas game, and I spot it
  When I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
  Once it's on nobody play fight
  Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad daylight
  Instead of a nigga hurtin me first
  I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
  Though guys come with it and get it
  Whenever I got my heat, man
  I bring the beef like the meat man
  Put him away, send his ass to Jesus
  Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in pieces
  Me and my peoples got all types of gats
  12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs
  4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog
  To set it off and let the dogs loose
  Put up your shit and we can rumble
  But if I'm in double trouble
  Then I'ma bust a nigga like a bubble
  See, the niggas that I roll with, they don't run
  Niggas use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun
  Son, we'll bring the terror to your territory
  Pump em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40
  Word to mama, when it's drama I send em to the morgue
  Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord