Download another hot mp3 song by M.O.P and this amazing song is titled ‘Ante Up (Robbing Hoodz Theory) Ft. Funkmaster Flex”.
Actually this amazing song was released on the year 2000 under the soundtrack of a movie titled ‘You Got Served’.
Listen up below!.
M.O.P ante Up Lyrics
Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
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 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 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 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 damn diamonds! Huh!
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 niggas sayin?)
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain’t playin’
It’s fash that thang time, (bang) bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it’s game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin’ watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin’ these childish games with me
Represtentin’ 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga
I’m a street regulator, true playa hater
Get back doen make yo’ ass a mack spraya 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, holdin’ the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets
It’s the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)
Yeah, nigga 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 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!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck…
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…
First Family, First Family…