Ante Up(Robbin Hoodz Theory) - M.O.P.
Lyrics by：Jamal Gerard Grinnage/Eric George Murray/Darryl Pittman
Composed by：Jamal Gerard Grinnage/Eric George Murray/Darryl Pittman
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
Uh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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' them 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 rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
That s**t will send you to your grave so
You think I don't know that blow
N***a hold that blow n***a hold that blow n***a hold that
From the street cousin you know the drill
I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill
Ante up yap that fool
Ante up kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin' you see the man shinin'
Get up of them God d**n 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 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 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 back at your pis tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that cristal money
The 87 stick up kids what you n***as sayin
Get the f**k up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin'
It's fash that thang time bang bang time
Ante up n***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
Represtentin 1 7 1 8 dangerously n***a
Ante up yap that fool
Ante up kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin' you see the man shinin'
Get up of them God d**n 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 zap him yap him zap him
I'm a street regulator true playa hater
Get back doen make yo' a*s 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 mine we streets
It's the L I I F A M M E E
Yeah n***a danze gave you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man I'm
In the room he said he was strong
I had reason to believe he
Had some s**t up his sleeve all along
So f**k you your honor check my persona
I'm strong enough for old gold and m*******a
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 of them God d**n 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 zap him yap him zap him
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
The f**k the f**k the f**k
N***a
What the f**k what the f**k what the f**k
Ha ah
Yeah
