[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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[Ante Up!] 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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[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 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, [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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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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[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!] 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!
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Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)
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| B2K |
