M.o.p. - Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory) Lyrics

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Take minks off take things off

Take chains off take rings off

Braclets 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 clap '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 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 nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

Ante up yap that fool

Ante up kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timin' you see the man shinin'

Get up off them god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up oh yap that fool oh

Ante up oh kidnap that fool

Get him get him get him hit him hit him hit him

Yap him zap 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 a cut for your goods and they all should

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Ante up yap that fool

You want big money kidnap that fool

If you up in the club back out your pis tal money

Catch them fools at the bar for that cristal money

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 take over the chain

Gimme the fuckin' watch before i pop one in your brain

Stop playin' these childish games with me

Representin' 1 7 1 8 dangerously nigga

Ante up yap that fool

Ante up kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timin' you see the man shinin'

Get up off them god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up oh yap that fool oh

Ante up oh kidnap that fool

Get him get him get him hit him hit him hit him

Yap him zap him yap him zap him

I'ma street regulator true playa hater

Get back down make your 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 the streets

It's the l i l f a m m e e

Yeah nigga danze gave you a chance

'cuz i blazed your 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 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

Ante up yap that fool

Ante up kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timin' you see the man shinin'

Get up off them god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up oh yap that fool oh

Ante up oh kidnap that fool

Get him get him get him hit him hit him hit him

Yap him zap him yap him zap him

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

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