M.O.P. – ANTE UP

Lyrics

Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Lil Fame:
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 stiflin them 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!)
Billy Danze:
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
(That shit 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 900 and 99 thou short of a mill
Chorus:
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
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!)
Lil Fame:
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 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, back at 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 fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga
Chorus
Lil Fame:
I'm a street regulator, true playa hater
Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya 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, holdin the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we 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 room, 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!
Chorus
Outro:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...
Nigga!
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha, what
First Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!

Paroles (Traduction)

Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Lil Fame :
Enlève les visons ! Enlève les choses !
Enlève les chaînes ! Enlève les bagues !
Les bracelets sont débarrassés, Fame est parti !
(Mise !) Tout est enlevé !
Idiot, que veux-tu ? On les étouffe, ces idiots
Idiot, que veux-tu ? Ta vie ou tes bijoux ?
Les règles, (les faire reculer) ensuite, (les abattre)
Respecte le mien, nous sommes liés à Brooklyn, (liés ! maintenant, (maintenant !)
Billy Danze :
Brownsville, terre des braves
Travaille dans la rue comme un esclave
Garde un code vestimentaire robuste
Toujours dans ce mode stressant
(Cette merde te mènera à ta tombe) Et alors ?
Tu crois que je ne le sais pas ? (BOUM !)
Négro, retiens ça ! (BOUM !) Négro, retiens ça ! (BOUM !) Négro, retiens ça !
De la rue cousin, tu connais le refrain
Il me manque 900 000 et 99 pour un million
Refrain :
Mise ! Étouffe ce fou !
Mise ! Kidnappe ce fou !
C'est le moment parfait, tu vois l'homme briller
Laisse tomber ces putains de diamants ! Huh !
Mise ! Étouffe ce fou !
Mise ! Kidnappe ce fou !
Attrape-le (attrape-le) attrape-le ! Frappe-le (frappe-le) frappe-le !
Étouffe-le ! (Zappe-le !) Étouffe-le ! (Zappe-le !)
Lil Fame :
Ces voyous que tu connais, ne sont pas amicaux
Ces bijoux que tu portes, les rendent envieux
Tu penses que tout va bien, tu te faufiles dans un petit quartier
Les bandits surgissent pour tes biens et ils le devraient tous
Mise ! Étouffe ce

Thématique Confrontation

Style Rap

Keywords Hardcore, Sample

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