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[Funkmaster Flex intro not included] |
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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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Braclets is yapped, Fame came off! |
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Everything off! |
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Fool what you want, we stiflin 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 a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode |
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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 nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil |
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[Chorus: M.O.P.] |
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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 off them god damn diamonds! Huh! |
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Ante Up! Oh! Yap that fool! Oh! |
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Ante Up! Oh! 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, aint 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 a 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 out 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 flash that thang time, |
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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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Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga! |
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[Chorus: w/ variations] |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater |
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Get back down, make your 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 the 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 wrong |
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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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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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Til I was tired of stress, yes lord! |
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[Chorus: w/ variations] |
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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! |
