Ante Up
Mop Featuring Funkmaster Lyrics


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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 mill

Ante 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 money

The '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, nigga

Ante 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 lord

Ante 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!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mop Featuring Funkmaster's song Ante Up depict a sense of violence-infused bravado, as the rappers demand that all their material possessions be removed while daring anyone to try to take them. The lyrics speak to a mentality of living on the edge, of being willing to do whatever it takes to survive and thrive in a harsh and unforgiving world. References to Brooklyn and Brownsville suggest a hard-knock life growing up in the streets, where danger lurks around every corner and staying alive requires being tough, smart, and aware at all times. The song is a celebration of this way of life, and an exhortation to anyone listening to embrace it fully.


At the same time, the lyrics of Ante Up can be read as a critique of the very mentality they celebrate. By placing material possessions and status symbols at the forefront of their life's goals, the rappers reveal a kind of desperation and insecurity that underlies their tough exteriors. They are willing to resort to violence and intimidation to maintain their status and image, suggesting that their power is built on a house of cards that could come crashing down at any moment. The lyrics can be seen as a commentary on the trap of the street life, where the constant need to prove oneself and maintain a reputation can lead to a cycle of violence and crime that perpetuates itself from one generation to the next.


Overall, Ante Up presents a complex and nuanced portrait of life on the streets, one that acknowledges both the dangers and the appeal of this way of life. By subverting traditional rap themes of materialism and violence, the song stands out as a powerful critique of the very culture it celebrates.


Line by Line Meaning

Take minks off! Take things off!
Remove all luxury garments and possessions.


Take chains off! Take rings off!
Remove all jewelry and accessories.


Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!
Jewelry has been taken and one's reputation is at risk.


(Ante Up!) Everything off!
The stakes are high and one must put everything on the line.


Fool what you want? We stifling fools
What is it that the opposition desires? They will be silenced.


Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The choice is yours: either your life or your possessions.


The rules, (back 'em down) next thing, (clap 'em down)
The order is to intimidate and then use violence if necessary.


Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound!) now, (now!)
Obey, for we are from Brooklyn and our power is imminent.


Brownsville, home of the brave
Brownsville is a place of courage and tenacity.


Put in work in the street like a slave
We work hard in the streets, with little reward or acknowledgement.


Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
Our appearance is tough, and we are constantly in a state of anxiety.


(That shit will send you to your grave) So?
This lifestyle may lead to an early death, but we are undeterred.


You think I don't know that?
I am fully aware of the risks involved.


Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that! Nigga hold that!
Endure the pain and hold onto what is important.


From the street cousin, you know the drill
As a fellow street-savvy individual, you understand the protocol.


I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill
I am not yet a millionaire, but I am close.


Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Up the stakes and silence the opposition.


Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
Put everything on the line and take the opponent by force.


It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining
The opportunity is ideal, the man is displaying his wealth.


Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!
Take possession of the diamonds and removed them from the person.


Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Pursue and attack the opponent relentlessly.


Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)
Silence the opponent and exert your power over them.


Them thugs you know, ain't friendly
Those criminal individuals are not kind or compassionate.


Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
Your jewels are impressive and cause others to feel envious.


You thinking it's all good, you creep through a small hood
You believe everything is fine, but you are traveling through a dangerous area.


Goons coming up outta the cut for your goods and they all should
Criminals are emerging from hiding and intend to rob you for what you possess.


You want big money, kidnap that fool
To gain a large sum of money, take the opponent by force.


If you up in the club, I've got your pistal, money
If you are present in the club, I have your gun and money.


Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
Obtain the money that individuals spend on Cristal at the bar.


The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas saying?)
The dangerous criminals who emerged in the 1980s are present, and what is their intent?


Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playing
Exit that car immediately, I am not joking.


It's flash that thang time, (bang!) bang time
It is time to brandish your weapon and potentially use it.


(Ante Up!) Nigga, it's game time
The stakes have been raised, and it is time to act.


Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Give me the ring and take my chain instead.


Gimme the fucking watch before I pop one in your brain
Give me your watch or face the consequences.


Stop playing these childish games with me
Stop being foolish and take me seriously.


Representing 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga
We represent 1718 and are formidable, be warned.


I'm a street regulator, true playa hater
I maintain street order and dislike players and their games.


Get back down make yo' ass a Mac sprayer hater
Back off, or I will shoot and make you an enemy of the Macintosh.


Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
We require money, clothing, and marijuana.


Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
We also need hats, food, alcohol, and proof of our importance.


Code of the streets, owners who creep
We live by a certain code and are vigilant.


Slow when you sleep, holding the heat
Be cautious when you are resting, and always have a weapon.


Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
We will shoot your vehicle and send a message to respect the streets.


It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)
It is our fame, the world should know of the L-I-L-F-A-M-E.


Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
My friend Danze allowed you to live, but you have not taken that chance.


Cause I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
I shot your associate, and for that, I am in the wrong.


He said he was strong
He claimed to be capable and powerful.


I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
I suspected he had ulterior motives and was not trustworthy.


(So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona
I do not care for your judgement and request that you assess my character.


I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana
I have a high tolerance for cigarettes and marijuana.


I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
I will do what I wish, although I may not state it publicly.


(Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord
I will cause chaos until I am drained of anxiety and fed up.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMAL GERARD GRINNAGE, ERIC GEORGE MURRAY, D. PITTMAN

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@midnightjackolantern1070

Funk master makes the song 1000000 times better no joke

@jodykatana9803

FAKE NIGGAS GTFO AND HOLD ON TO YA SHIT! NAMEAN??!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ He literally kills me everytime with that

@mrgoon3455

I kinda grew up with this song I was born 2004 you can see I grew up with this song this real music his is hard

@MrUnorthoocks

You still growing up πŸ˜…

@killabees1

I always thought I was cool growing up listening to this because he shouts out to Long Island in the beginning where I’m fromπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

@andrewdavis4369

this song pumps me up! i used some of my roommates shaving cream

@FarleyRuss

Makes me wanna rob my own house

@saturnallen8955

I thought it was just me

@aaronbickford8725

Lmao

@jodykatana9803

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