Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) ((Explicit)) - M.O.P.
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame came 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 sh*t will send you to your grave)
You think I don't know that?
Ni**a hold that! (BLOW!)
Ni**a hold that!
(BLOW!) Ni**a 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!
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!)
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
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 f**k up out that 740 shorty
I ain't playin
It's flash that thang time,
Ante Up! Ni**a, it's game time
Hand over the ring,
Take over the chain
Gimme the f**kin watch
Before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, ni**a!
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your a**
A mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money,
Clothes, w**d 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 ni**a 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 sh*t up his sleeve all along
F**k you Your Honor!
Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for
Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
Till I was tired of stress,
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The f**k, the f**k, the f**k...
What the f**k, what the f**k,
What the f**k...
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