Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) by M.O.P. Lyrics

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex] 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, where the 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 One! [Verse 1: Lil' Fame] 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!) [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 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 [Chorus: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze] (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! (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 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 pis-tal money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money [Verse 4: Billy Danze] The '87 stickup 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 Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga [Chorus: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze] (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! (Ante up!) Yap that fool! (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool! Get him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him And then yap him! Yap him! Zap him! [Verse 5: Lil' Fame] I'm a street regulator, true player 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 blasted yo' 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!) Til' I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord [Chorus: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze] (Ante up!) Yap that fool! (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin' Go and get them goddamn 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! Yap him! [Outro: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze] Hahahahahahaha, fuck Nigga! What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck (First Family, First Family, First Family) Motherfucker! Yeah!

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