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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jamal Grinnage
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Eric Murry
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Daryl Pittman
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Letras
[Verse 1]
Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Take minks off (Uh), take things off (Uh)
Take chains off (Uh), take rings off (Uh)
Bracelets 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 (Pat 'em down)
Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (Bound) now (Now)
[Verse 2]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode
(That **** gon' send you to your grave) So?
You think I don't know that? (Blaow) **** hold that (Blaow)
**** hold that (Blaow), **** hold that
From the street, cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill
[Verse 3]
(Ante up) Yap that fool
(Ante up) Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'
Get up off them **** diamonds (Huh?)
(Ante up) Yap that fool (Oh, oh)
(Ante up) Kidnap that fool (Oh)
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, yap him, yap him, zap him
[Verse 4]
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 the 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, I got your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
[Verse 5]
The '87 stickup kids (What you **** sayin'?)
Get the **** up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'
It's flash that thang time (Bang), bang time
(Ante up) ****, it's game time
Hand over the ring, kick over the chain
Gimme the **** watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these childish games with me
Representin' 1-718 dangerously, ****
[Verse 6]
(Ante up) Yap that fool
(Ante up) Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'
Get up off them **** diamonds (Huh?)
(Ante up) Yap that fool (Oh, oh)
(Ante up) Kidnap that fool (Oh, oh)
Get him, get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, yap him, zap him
[Verse 7]
I'm a street regulator, true player hater
Get back down, make your **** a MAC sprayer hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, ****
Indeed, hot 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-E (Uh, uh)
[Verse 8]
Yeah, **** Danze, gave you a chance
'Cause I blast your man, I'm in the wrong?
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some **** up his sleeve all along (So?)
**** you, your honor, check my persona
I'm strung out off of Old Gold and ****
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell)
Till I'm expired and stretched, yes, Lord
[Verse 9]
(Ante up) Yap that fool
(Ante up) Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'
Go and get them **** 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, yap him
[Verse 10]
(First Family, First Family, First Family)
Yeah
Written by: Darryl Pittman, Eric Murry, Jamal Gerard Grinnage