Take minks off! Take things off!nTake chains off! Take rings off!nBracelets is yapped, Fame came off!n(Ante Up!) Everything off!nFool what you want? We stifling foolsnFool what you want? Your life or your jewels?nThe rules, (back 'em down) next thing, (clap 'em down)nRespect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound!) now, (now!)nnBrownsville, home of the bravenPut in work in the street like a slavenKeep a rugged dress code, always in this stress moden(That shit will send you to your grave) So?nYou think I don't know that?nNigga hold that! Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that!nFrom the street cousin, you know the drillnI'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a millnnAnte Up! Yap that fool!nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shiningnGet up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!nAnte Up! Yap that fool!nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!nGet him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!nYap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)nnThem thugs you know, ain't friendlynThem jewels you rock, make 'em envynYou thinking it's all good, you creep through a small hoodnGoons coming up outta the cut for your goods and they all shouldnAnte Up! Yap that foolnYou want big money, kidnap that foolnIf you up in the club, I've got your pistal, moneynCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal moneynnThe '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas saying?)nGet the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playingnIt's flash that thang time, (bang!) bang timen(Ante Up!) Nigga, it's game timenHand over the ring, take over the chainnGimme the fucking watch before I pop one in your brainnStop playing these childish games with menRepresenting 1-7-1-8, dangerously, niggannAnte Up! Yap that fool!nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shiningnGet up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!nAnte Up! Yap that fool!nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!nGet him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!nYap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)n[Verse 5: Lil' Fame]nI'm a street regulator, true playa haternGet back down make yo' ass a Mac sprayer haternThings that we need, money, clothes, weed indeednHats, food, booze, essentials, credentialsnCode of the streets, owners who creepnSlow when you sleep, holding the heatnPut holes in your jeep, respect the streetsnIt's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)nnYeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chancenCause I blazed your man, I'm in the wrongnHe said he was strongnI had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all alongn(So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my personanI'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuananI'ma do what I wanna, quiet as keptn(Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lordnnAnte Up! Yap that fool!nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shiningnGet up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!nAnte Up! Yap that fool!nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!nGet him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!nYap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)