Ante Up

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 stifflin' 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 now

Brownsville, home of the brave

Put in work in the street like a slave

Keep a 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 nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

Ante up, yap that fool

Ante up, kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'

Get up off them God damn diamonds

Ante up, oh, yap that fool, oh

Ante up, oh, kidnap that fool

Get him, get 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 a 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 out your pistol money

Catch them fools at the bar for that Crystal money

The '87 stick up kids, what you niggas sayin'?

Get the fuck up, out that 740 shorty, I ain't playin'

It's flash that thing 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

Representin' 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 off them God damn diamonds

Ante up, oh, yap that fool, oh

Ante up, oh, kidnap that fool

Get him, get him, hit him, hit him

Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

I'm a, street regulator, true player hater

Get back down, make your ass a mac spray 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 the streets

It's the Lil' Fame

Yeah, nigga dance, gave you a chance

'Cause I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong

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'm a do what I wanna, quiet as kept

Raise hell, til 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 off them God damn diamonds

Ante up, oh, yap that fool, oh

Ante up, oh, kidnap that fool

Get him, get him, hit him, hit him

Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

The fuck, the fuck, the fuck

Nigga, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?

What?

First family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah