[Verse: Gang Starr]

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps

But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept

Cause in the night you'll feel fright

And at the sight of a four-fifth, I guess you just might

Wanna do a dance or two

Cause they could maybe bust you for self or with a crew

No matter if you or your brother's a star

He could pop you and jet without a getaway car

And some might say that he's a dummy

But he's sticking you and taking all of your money

It's a daily operation

He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station

Mad brothers know his name

So he thinks he got a little fame from the stick-up game

And while we're blaming society

He's at a party with his man

They got their eye on the gold chain that the next man's wearing

It looks big but they ain't staring

Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother

They'll be long gone before the kid recovers

And back around the way he'll have the chain on his neck

Claiming respect‚ just to get a rep