Ante Up (robbing Hoodz Theory) * Lyrics

Ante Up (robbing Hoodz Theory) * lyrics

* first single

AVENUE!!
Uhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

[Lil Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take jeans off! Take rings off!
Blaze cats that yap, 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, [buck 'em down!] Next thing, [buck '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 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 nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

HOOK:
Ante Up!
Yap that fool!
Ante Up!
Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the mad shinin
Get up off them goddam 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! Gap him!
Yap him! Gap 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 trippin about a cuff and 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 niggas sayin?]
Get the f**k up out that 740 shorty I aint playin
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 f**kin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1 7 1 8, dangerously, nigga!

HOOK:
Ante Up!
Yap that fool!
Ante Up!
Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the mad shinin
Get up off them goddam diamonds!
Huh!
Ante Up! Oh!
Yap that fool! Oh!
Ante Up! Oh!
Kidnap that fool! Oh!
Get him, get him, get him, get him!
Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him!
Yap him! Yap him!
Jab him!

[Lil Fame]
I'ma, street regulata, true playa hata
Get back down, make your as* a mack spraya hata
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 nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was true,
I had reason to believe he had some sh*t up his sleeve all along
[So?] f**k you your honor! Jetline persona!
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, crime is kept
[Raise hell!] Til I was tired of stress, yes lord!

HOOK:
Ante Up!
Yap that fool!
Ante Up!
Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the mad shinin
Go and get them goddam diamonds!
Ante Up!
Yap that fool!
Ante Up!
Kidnap that fool!
Get him, get him, get him!
Hit him, hit him, hit him!
Yap him! Jab him
Yap him!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The f**k, the f**k, the f**k...
Nigga!
What the f**k, what the f**k, what the f**k...
Ha, what
First Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!