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m.o.p. - ante up (robbin hoodz theory) lyrics

[intro: funkmaster flex]
you nah mean? it’s getting ready to go down. funkmaster flex, tunnel style, shout to big kap, cipha sounds, m.o.p. ante up in the f-cking background for the real n-ggas, you nah mean? shout to brooklyn, queens, long island, staten island, uptown harlem, where the bx, all my real n-gga with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean? fake n-ggas get the f-ck out, and hold on to your sh-t, you nah mean? funk flex, one time for your motherf-cking 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 sh-t gon’ send you to your grave!) so?
you think i don’t know that? (blaow!) n-gga hold that!
(blaow!) n-gga hold that! (blaow!) n-gga hold that!
from the street cousin, you know the drill
i’m nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill

[chorus]
ante up! yap that fool!
ante up! kidnap that fool!
it’s the perfect timing, you see the man shining
get up off them god d-mn diamonds!
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!

[verse 3: lil’ fame]
them thugs you know, ain’t friendly
them jewels you rock, make ’em envy
you thinking it’s all good, you creep through a small hood
goons coming 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 pis-tal money
catch them fools at the bar for that cristal money

[verse 4: billy danze]
the ’87 stick up kids, (what you n-ggas saying?)
get the f-ck up out that 740 shorty i ain’t playing
it’s flash that thang time, (bang!) bang time
(ante up!) n-gga, it’s game time
hand over the ring, kick over the chain
gimme the f-cking watch before i pop one in your brain
stop playing these childish games with me
representing 1-718 dangerously, n-gga

[verse 5: lil’ fame]
i’m a street regulator, true player hater
get back down make yo’ -ss 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, holding 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, n-gga 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 sh-t up his sleeve all along (so?)
f-ck you your honor! check my persona
i’m strung out off of old gold and marijuana
i’mma do what i wanna, quiet as kept
(raise h-ll!) till i’m expired and stretched, yes lord

[chorus]
ante up! yap that fool!
ante up! kidnap that fool!
it’s the perfect timing, you see the man shining
go and get them god d-mn diamonds!
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!

[outro]
hahahahahahaha…
n-gga!
what’s up? what’s up? what’s up?
first family… first family… first family…
motherf-ckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
[random noises]
yeah!

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