M.O.P.: Ante up

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 foolsFool 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 bravePut in work in the street like a slaveKeep rugged dress codeAlways 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 drillI'm 900 and 99 thou short of a millChorus:Ante Up! Yap that fool!Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!It's the perfect timin, you see the man shininGet 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 friendlyThem jewels you rock, make em envyYou thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hoodGoons comin up outta cut for your goods and they all shouldAnte Up! Yap that foolYou want big money, kidnap that fool!If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal moneyCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal MoneyBilly Danze:The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?)Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playinIt's fash that thang time, (bang) bang timeAnte Up! Nigga, it's game timeHand over the ring, take over the chainGimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brainStop playin these childish games with meReprestentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, niggaChorusLil Fame:I'm a street regulator, true playa haterGet back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya haterThings that we need, money, clothes, weed indeedHats, food, booze, essentials, credentialsCode of the streets, owners who creepSlow when you sleep, holdin the heatPut holes in your jeep, respect mine we streetsIt's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)Billy Danze:Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chanceCuz I blazed your man,I'm in the room, he said he was strongI 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!ChorusOutro: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, whatFirst Family, First Family...Brooklyn...Yeah!