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
  
  Chorus:
  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
  
  Chorus
  
  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!
  
  Chorus
  
  Outro:
  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!