M.O.P. - Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Explicit)

Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)
M.O.P.
04:08
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Song lyrics

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]
You nahmean? Skit ready to go down. Funkmaster Flex turn this to shout to B Catch Cypher Sounds, M.O.P.! Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nahmean?! Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown, Harlem in this bitch! All my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nahmean? Fake niggas get the fuck out, and hold on to your shit! You nahmean? Funk Flex, one time for your mothafuckin' mind! One!

[Verse 1: 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 stifling 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: Billy Danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave,
Put in work in the street like a slave,
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress 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 mil.

[Hook:]
Ante up! Yap that fool!
Ante up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, 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! Yap him!

[Verse 3: 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 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 pistal, money,
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money.

[Verse 4: 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 flash that thang time! Bang!
Bang time! Ante up!
Nigga, it's game time!
Hand over the ring!
Kick over the chain!
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain!
Stop playin' these childish games with me,
Representing one 718 dangerously, nigga!

[Hook:]
Ante up! Yap that fool!
Ante up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, 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! Yap him!

[Verse 5: Lil' Fame]
I'm a street regulator, true playa hater,
Get back down, make yo ass a MAC sprayer hater!
Things that we need: money, clothes, weed, 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!

[Verse 6: Billy Danze]
Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
'Cause I blast a man, I'm in the wrong?
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 strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana,
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept.
Raise hell! Till I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord!

[Hook:]
Ante up! Yap that fool!
Ante up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, 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! Yap him!

[Outro:]
Ha ha ha! Nigga!
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First Family, First Family, First Family!
Mothafucka!
Yeah!