Ante Up

Lyrics

Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
 Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
 Lil Fame:
 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 stiflin them 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 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 900 and 99 thou short of a mill
 Ante Up! Yap that fool!
 Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
 It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
 Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!
 Ante Up! Yap that fool!
 Ante Up! 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, 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 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 at 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 fash 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
 Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga
 Lil Fame:
 I'm a street regulator, true playa hater
 Get back doen make yo' 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 mine we 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 room, 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!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord!
 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!
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:25
Key
1
Tempo
97 BPM

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