Tekst :
[Lil Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame came off!
[Ante Up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin 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!]
[Billy Danze]
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
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
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! Huh!
Ante Up! Oh! Yap that fool! Oh!
Ante Up! Oh! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)
[Lil Fame]
Them thugs you know, aint 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 pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
[Billy Danze]
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 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
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!
[Chorus] with variations
[Lil Fame]
I ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your 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 the streets
It s the L-I L-F A-M, [M!] E, [E!]
[Billy Danze]
Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz 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 ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
[Raise hell!] Til I was tired of stress, yes lord!
[Chorus] with variations
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!
Tekst :
People in their pride believe it s easier for them to leave
their problems in the arms of others , running to their mothers
Lasting love is such a funny thing
When you re in love you re on the wings
You re not in love, it s good for you
cause you can do the things you want to do
It s you big chance , to take it baby
It s you big chance , you ll make it baby
When you re high and mighty you ll remember how I loved you
You ll be thinkin how you hurt me when I needed you beside me
In the night is such a lonely time
I dream of you and that s a sign
It means that I am still a fool
And I am still so much in love with you
It s your big chance, so take it baby
It s your big chance, don t fake it baby
Big chance
Hot chance Tekst :
You re so sweet, how could anyone be so sweet?
Tell me, little one,
Believe me, you re a lucky find,
Peaches, cream and honey, all of them combined.
You re so sweet, like a little flower,
Grow sweet, every little hour,
You know, sweet, you ll always be
So sweet to me!