Ante Up
M O P feat. Funkmaster Flex Lyrics

Attention please, attention please
Stop what you're doing and listen closely

This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed
The situation is so intense, it's like everything has fallen apart

Take minks off! Take things off!
Remove all valuable possessions

Take chains off! Take rings off!
Remove all jewelry

Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!
Even the rich and famous are not safe and have become targets

(Ante Up!) Everything off!
Stake everything you have in this game

Fool what you want? We stifling fools
What do you want? Do you want to be taken down? Because we will take you down.

Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
Are you willing to die for your valuables?

The rules, (back 'em down) next thing, (clap 'em down)
The order of actions: intimidate, then shoot

Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound!) now, (now!)
Show respect, we come from Brooklyn and we're making our move right now

Brownsville, home of the brave
Brownsville neighborhood represents strength and courage

Put in work in the street like a slave
Working hard in the streets, willing to do whatever it takes to make money

Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
Dress tough, always in survival mode

(That shit will send you to your grave) So?
Living this life could mean death, but it's worth it

You think I don't know that?
I'm well aware of the risks

Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that!
Be prepared to face the consequences of your actions

From the street cousin, you know the drill
If you're from the street, you know what's expected

I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill
I'm a long way from being a millionaire

Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Invest whatever you have and go after your target

Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
Go after your target, even if it means kidnapping them

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
This is the right moment and we need to capitalize on it

Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!
Stop flaunting your valuables

Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
The people around you are dangerous and cannot be trusted

Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
Your jewelry makes others jealous and therefore puts you in danger

You thinking it's all good, you creep through a small hood
You may think everything is fine, but danger is always lurking

Goons coming up outta the cut for your goods and they all should
Dangerous people will do anything for money and valuables

You want big money, kidnap that fool
If you want to make a lot of money, go after the bigger targets

If you up in the club, I've got your pistal, money
If you're in the club, I'm watching your movements and will steal from you

Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
Go after those willing to spend money on luxury items

The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas saying?)
Old-style muggings are still happening

Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playing
Leave the car and valuables now or face consequences

It's flash that thang time, (bang!) bang time
It's time to pull out a gun and shoot

(Ante Up!) Nigga, it's game time
It's time to act and play the game

Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Give me your valuables, and I'll sell them myself

Gimme the fucking watch before I pop one in your brain
Give me the watch, or you'll die

Stop playing these childish games with me
Stop pretending and show me the real deal

Representing 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga
I represent my neighborhood, and you should be scared of it

I'm a street regulator, true playa hater
I know the game and how to regulate it; I don't tolerate fake players

Get back down make yo' ass a Mac sprayer hater
Back down or I'll turn you into a shooting victim

Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
The essentials for survival are money, clothes, and drugs

Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
Other important things include hats, food, alcohol, and proper identification

Code of the streets, owners who creep
The rules for living on the street, and those who patrol them

Slow when you sleep, holding the heat
Be cautious when you're asleep, and always have a weapon on hand

Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
We'll attack your car with bullets, don't cross us

It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)
It's the acclaimed rapper M.O.P.

Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
My name is Danze, and I let you live

Cause I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
I'm the one who killed your associate

He said he was strong
He claimed to be powerful and tough

I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
I suspected he was up to something

(So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona
I don't care about the judge's opinion, check out how badass I am

I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana
I can handle the toughest substances

I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
I'll do whatever I want, without making a big deal of it

(Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord
I'll keep causing chaos until I'm tired of dealing with my own problems