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Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) - Explicit

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 millAnte 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 moneyThe '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, niggaAnte 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 lordAnte 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!)

Songwriters

GRINNAGE, JAMAL / MURRY, ERIC / PITTMAN, D NPublished by

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