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Lyrics
Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Take minks off! Take things off! Take chains off! Take rings off! Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! (Ante Up!) Everything off! Fool what you want? We stiflin' them fools Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels? The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down) Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!) Brownsville, home of the brave Put in work in the street like a slave Keep rugged dress code Always in this stress mode (That shit will send you to your grave) So? You think I don't know that? (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin' Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) Them thugs you know, ain't friendly Them jewels you rock, make em envy You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood Goons comin' up outta cut for your goods and they all should Ante Up! Yap that fool You want big money, kidnap that fool! If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?) Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin' It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time Hand over the ring, take over the chain Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playin' these childish games with me Represtentin' 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin' Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) I'm a street regulator, true playa hater Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials Code of the streets, owners who creep Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!) Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the room, he said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona! I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana! I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin' Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... The fuck, the fuck, the fuck... Nigga! What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... Ha, what First Family, First Family... Brooklyn... Yeah!
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Genres
Hip-Hop
Rap
Moods
Fun
Vocals
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