M.o.p. - Ante Up Lyrics
{*funkmaster flex intro not included*}[lil fame]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 foolsFool 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!][billy danze]Brownsville, home of the bravePut in work in the street like a slaveKeep 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 drillI'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil[chorus: m.o.p.]Ante up! yap that fool!Ante up! kidnap that fool!It's the perfect timin, you see the man shininGet 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!)[lil' fame]Them thugs you know, aint friendlyThem jewels you rock, make 'em envyYou thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hoodGoons comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all shouldAnte up! yap that fool!You want big money, kidnap that fool!If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal moneyCatch them fools at the bar for that cristal money[billy danze]The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas sayin?]Get the ***** up out that 740 shorty i ain't playinIt's flash that thang time, [bang] bang timeAnte up! nigga, it's game timeHand over the ring, take over the chainGimme the *****in watch before i pop one in your brainStop playin these childish games with meRepresentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga![chorus] w/ variations[lil' fame]I'ma, street regulator, true playa haterGet back down, make your ass a mack spraya haterThings that we need, money, clothes, weed indeedHats, food, booze, essentials, credentialsCode of the streets, owners who creepSlow when you sleep, holdin the heatPut holes in your jeep, respect the streetsIt's the l-i l-f a-m, [m!] e, [e!][billy danze]Yeah nigga danze, gave you a chanceCuz i blazed your man, i'm in the wrongHe said he was strongI had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along[so?] ***** 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!] til i was tired of stress, yes lord![chorus] w/ variationsHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...The *****, the *****, the *****...Nigga!What the *****, what the *****, what the *****...Ha, whatFirst family, first family...Brooklyn...Yeah!
