Ante Up (robbing-hoodz Theory) Lyrics - Warriorz - M.o.p.

Take minks off! Take things off! 

Take chains off! Take rings off! 

Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! 

(Ante Up!) Everything off! 

Fool what you want? We stifling 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? 

Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that! 

From the street cousin, you know the drill 

I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill 

Ante Up! Yap that fool! 

Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! 

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining 

Get up of them god damn 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 thinking it's all good, you creep through a small hood 

Goons coming 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 pistal, money 

Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money 

The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas saying?) 

Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playing 

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 fucking watch before I pop one in your brain 

Stop playing these childish games with me 

Representing 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga 

Ante Up! Yap that fool! 

Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! 

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining 

Get up of them god damn 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 down make yo' ass a Mac sprayer 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, holding 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 

Cause 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 timing, you see the man shining 

Get up of them god damn 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!)