Lyrics
You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down
Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds
M.O.P. Ante Up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?
Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem World to BX
All my real niggas with the 20-inches outside, you nah mean?
Fake niggas get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?
Funk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind
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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)
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode
(That shit gon' send you to your grave) so?
You think I don't know that? (Blaow)
Nigga, hold that (blaow)
Nigga, hold that (blaow)
Nigga, hold that
From the street, cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine 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 off them goddamn 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, yap him
Yap him, zap him
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've got your pistol money