Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Brrt Yabadoo! Uh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) Oh (oh), oh Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah Take minks off (uh), take things off (uh) Take chains off (uh), take rings off (uh) Bracelets 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 (pat '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 distress mode (That shit gon' send you to your grave) so? You think I don't know that? (Blaow) Hold that (blaow) Hold that (blaow) 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 timin', you see the man shinin' Get up off them 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, yap him Yap him, zap him Them thugs you know ain't friendly Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy You thinkin' it's all good You creep through a small hood Goons comin' 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 pistol money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money The '87 stickup kids (what you sayin'?) Get the f- up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin' It's flash that thang time (bang), Bang time (Ante up!) It's game time Hand over the ring, kick over the chain Gimme the f- watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playin' these childish games with me Representin' 1-718 dangerously (Ante up!) Yap that fool (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin' Get up off them diamonds (huh) (Ante up!) Yap that fool (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool Get him (get him), get him, get him Hit him (hit him), hit him, hit him Yap him, yap him Zap him I'm a street regulator, true player hater Get back down, make yo' a- a MAC sprayer hater Things that we need, money, clothes Indeed, hot 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-E Yeah, Danze, gave you a chance 'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong? He said he was strong I have reason to believe he had some sh- up his sleeve all along (so?) F- you, Your Honor, Check my persona I'm strung out off of Old Gold and- I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell) til' I'm expired and stretched Yes, Lord (Ante up!) yap that fool (Ante up!) kidnap that fool It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin' Go and get them 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, yap him Ah (First Family, First Family, First Family) Mother- Yeah