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