M.O.P. -- 10 Years And Gunnin Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) Lyrics

(::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 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!::)

(::Billy Danze::)
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 s___ will send you to your grave::) So?!
You think I don't know that? (::BLOW!::)
n____ hold that! (::BLOW!::) n____ hold that! (::BLOW!::) n____ hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'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 shinin
Get up off them god d___ 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 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
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
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

(::Billy Danze::)
The '87 stick up kids, (::what you n____s sayin?::)
Get the f___ up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's flash that thang time, (::bang::) bang time
Ante Up! n____, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the f___in watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, n____!

(::chorus::) w/ variations

(::Lil' Fame::)
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your a__ 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 the streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M, (::M!::) E, (::E!::)

(::Billy Danze::)
Yeah n____ 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 s___ up his sleeve all along
(::So?::) f___ 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/ variations

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The f___, the f___, the f___...
What the f___, what the f___, what the f___...
Ha, what
First Family, First Family...

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