[{"id":20076021,"name":"Ante Up (remix)","trackName":"Ante Up (remix)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Ante Up (remix)","duration":248.711837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Attention please, attention please!!\nThis shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\nMotherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\nYeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\nBlunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\nBusta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now?\n(What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\nANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\nYou frontin like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\nMy niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\nYou little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\nWe takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nso they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nF*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\nANTE UP!!\n\nWhat? My whole family nuts\nRun up yo' stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\nFor tryin to tuck the necklace\nI'm young hungry armed and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\nANTE UP!!\n\nShow no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin\nthe game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\nHit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\nWith that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\nHey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\nEat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\nIt's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\nEasy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\nI'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\nDie cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\nAight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Attention please, attention please!!\n[00:09.66] This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n[00:11.07] Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n[00:13.14] Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:14.14] Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n[00:20.64] Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n[00:24.02] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:26.83] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:27.95] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:28.69] What you want now?\n[00:29.44] (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n[00:38.37] ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n[00:39.24] They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n[00:40.75] When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n[00:41.27] 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n[00:44.15] Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n[00:45.45] Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n[00:45.78] You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n[00:46.15] With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n[00:46.58] My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n[00:46.95] In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n[00:47.35] (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n[00:47.76] And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n[00:48.17] You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n[00:48.52] Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n[00:48.84] We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n[00:49.17] Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n[00:49.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:49.78] I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n[00:50.09] You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n[00:50.42] I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n[00:50.70] Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n[00:51.02] I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n[00:51.35] Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n[00:51.62] For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n[00:51.94] so they can come and take - all your money\n[00:52.23] Wish I could bring Pun back\n[00:52.53] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:52.83] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:53.04] So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n[00:53.35] And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n[00:53.61] ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n[00:53.86] She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n[00:54.13] Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n[00:54.44] Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:54.63] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:54.96] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:55.24] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n[00:55.55] Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:55.77] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:55.97] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:56.23] Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n[00:56.46] Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n[00:56.73] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:56.95] F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n[00:57.25] ANTE UP!!\n[00:57.45] What? My whole family nuts\n[00:57.64] Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n[00:57.88] Make you strip butt-naked\n[00:58.11] Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n[00:58.32] For tryin to tuck the necklace\n[00:58.47] I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n[00:58.67] On the streets with a death wish\n[00:58.88] Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n[00:59.16] ANTE UP!!\n[00:59.35] Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n[00:59.53] We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n[00:59.74] the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n[01:00.05] Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n[01:00.26] Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n[01:00.42] Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n[01:00.63] With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n[01:00.86] Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n[01:01.12] A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n[01:01.34] Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n[01:01.52] It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n[01:01.73] Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n[01:01.93] I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n[01:02.15] Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n[01:02.36] Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n[01:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (remix)\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Ante Up (remix)\n duration_ms: 248712\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Attention please, attention please!!\n start_ms: 9060\n end_ms: 9660\n- text: This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n start_ms: 9660\n end_ms: 11070\n- text: Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now?\n (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\n ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n so they can come and take - all your money\n Wish I could bring Pun back\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\n ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n ANTE UP!!\n\n What? My whole family nuts\n Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n For tryin to tuck the necklace\n I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n On the streets with a death wish\n Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\n ANTE UP!!\n\n Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\n Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n"},{"id":33381311,"name":"Ante Up (remix)","trackName":"Ante Up (remix)","artistName":"M.O.P","albumName":"Ante Up (remix)","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Attention please, attention please!!\nThis shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\nMotherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\nYeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\nBlunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\nBusta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now?\n(What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\nANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\nYou frontin like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\nMy niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\nYou little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\nWe takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nso they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nF*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\nANTE UP!!\n\nWhat? My whole family nuts\nRun up yo' stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\nFor tryin to tuck the necklace\nI'm young hungry armed and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\nANTE UP!!\n\nShow no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin\nthe game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\nHit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\nWith that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\nHey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\nEat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\nIt's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\nEasy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\nI'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\nDie cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\nAight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Attention please, attention please!!\n[00:09.66] This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n[00:11.07] Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n[00:13.14] Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:14.14] Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n[00:20.64] Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n[00:24.02] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:26.83] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:27.95] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:28.69] What you want now?\n[00:29.44] (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n[00:38.37] ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n[00:39.24] They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n[00:40.75] When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n[00:41.27] 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n[00:44.15] Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n[00:45.45] Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n[00:45.78] You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n[00:46.15] With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n[00:46.58] My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n[00:46.95] In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n[00:47.35] (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n[00:47.76] And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n[00:48.17] You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n[00:48.52] Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n[00:48.84] We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n[00:49.17] Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n[00:49.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:49.78] I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n[00:50.09] You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n[00:50.42] I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n[00:50.70] Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n[00:51.02] I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n[00:51.35] Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n[00:51.62] For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n[00:51.94] so they can come and take - all your money\n[00:52.23] Wish I could bring Pun back\n[00:52.53] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:52.83] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:53.04] So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n[00:53.35] And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n[00:53.61] ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n[00:53.86] She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n[00:54.13] Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n[00:54.44] Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:54.63] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:54.96] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:55.24] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n[00:55.55] Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:55.77] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:55.97] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:56.23] Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n[00:56.46] Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n[00:56.73] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:56.95] F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n[00:57.25] ANTE UP!!\n[00:57.45] What? My whole family nuts\n[00:57.64] Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n[00:57.88] Make you strip butt-naked\n[00:58.11] Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n[00:58.32] For tryin to tuck the necklace\n[00:58.47] I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n[00:58.67] On the streets with a death wish\n[00:58.88] Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n[00:59.16] ANTE UP!!\n[00:59.35] Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n[00:59.53] We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n[00:59.74] the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n[01:00.05] Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n[01:00.26] Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n[01:00.42] Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n[01:00.63] With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n[01:00.86] Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n[01:01.12] A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n[01:01.34] Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n[01:01.52] It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n[01:01.73] Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n[01:01.93] I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n[01:02.15] Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n[01:02.36] Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n[01:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (remix)\n artist: M.O.P\n album: Ante Up (remix)\n duration_ms: 217000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Attention please, attention please!!\n start_ms: 9060\n end_ms: 9660\n- text: This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n start_ms: 9660\n end_ms: 11070\n- text: Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now?\n (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\n ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n so they can come and take - all your money\n Wish I could bring Pun back\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\n ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n ANTE UP!!\n\n What? 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Take things off!\nTake chains off! Take rings off!\nBracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n(Ante Up!) Everything off!\nFool what you want? We stiflin' them fools\nFool what you want? Your life or your jewels?\nThe rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down)\nRespect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!)\n\nBrownsville, home of the brave\nPut in work in the street like a slave\nKeep rugged dress code\nAlways in this stress mode\n(That shit will send you to your grave) So?\nYou think I don't know that? (BLOW!)\nNigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that!\nFrom the street cousin, you know the drill\nI'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill\n\nAnte Up! Yap that fool!\nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGet up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!\nAnte Up! Yap that fool!\nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!\nYap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)\n\nThem thugs you know, ain't friendly\nThem jewels you rock, make em envy\nYou thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\nGoons comin' up outta cut for your goods and they all should\nAnte Up! Yap that fool\nYou want big money, kidnap that fool!\nIf you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money\nCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money\n\nThe '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?)\nGet the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin'\nIt's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time\nAnte Up! Nigga, it's game time\nHand over the ring, take over the chain\nGimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\nStop playin' these childish games with me\nReprestentin' 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga\n\nAnte Up! Yap that fool!\nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGet up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!\nAnte Up! Yap that fool!\nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!\nYap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)\n\nI'm a street regulator, true playa hater\nGet back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater\nThings that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed\nHats, food, booze, essentials, credentials\nCode of the streets, owners who creep\nSlow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\nPut holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets\nIt's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)\n\nYeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\nCuz I blazed your man, I'm in the room, he said he was strong\nI had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along\n(So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!\nI'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!\nI'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept\n(Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord!\n\nAnte Up! Yap that fool!\nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGet up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!\nAnte Up! Yap that fool!\nAnte Up! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!\nYap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)\n\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\nThe fuck, the fuck, the fuck\nNigga!\nWhat the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck\nHa, what\nFirst Family, First Family\nBrooklyn\nYeah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.06]Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)\n[00:17.71]Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:19.98]Take minks off! Take things off!\n[00:22.73]Take chains off! Take rings off!\n[00:25.18]Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n[00:27.71](Ante Up!) Everything off!\n[00:30.64]Fool what you want? We stiflin' them fools\n[00:32.92]Fool what you want? 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(Zap him!)\n[01:21.96]Them thugs you know, ain't friendly\n[01:24.44]Them jewels you rock, make em envy\n[01:26.71]You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\n[01:29.67]Goons comin' up outta cut for your goods and they all should\n[01:32.21]Ante Up! Yap that fool\n[01:34.42]You want big money, kidnap that fool!\n[01:36.84]If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money\n[01:39.44]Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money\n[01:41.71]The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?)\n[01:44.65]Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin'\n[01:47.18]It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time\n[01:50.03]Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time\n[01:52.16]Hand over the ring, take over the chain\n[01:55.05]Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\n[01:57.69]Stop playin' these childish games with me\n[01:59.82]Represtentin' 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga\n[02:02.96]Ante Up! Yap that fool!\n[02:05.37]Ante Up! 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Kidnap that fool!\n[03:08.80] It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n[03:11.85] Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh!\n[03:13.95] Ante Up! Yap that fool!\n[03:16.55] Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!\n[03:19.35] Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!\n[03:21.98] Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)\n[03:25.02] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha\n[03:28.12] The fuck, the fuck, the fuck\n[03:28.93] Nigga!\n[03:29.78] What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck\n[03:33.43] Ha, what\n[03:36.40] First Family, First Family\n[03:41.62] Brooklyn\n[03:49.53] Yeah!\n[03:51.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Ante Up (Remix)\n duration_ms: 246000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh)\n start_ms: 12060\n end_ms: 17710\n- text: Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n start_ms: 17710\n end_ms: 19980\n- text: Take minks off! 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No, cut that fool!\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\nYou frontin like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\nMy niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\nYou little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\nWe takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nso they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nF*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\nANTE UP!!\n\nWhat? My whole family nuts\nRun up yo' stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\nFor tryin to tuck the necklace\nI'm young hungry armed and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\nANTE UP!!\n\nShow no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin\nthe game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\nHit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\nWith that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\nHey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\nEat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\nIt's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\nEasy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\nI'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\nDie cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\nAight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Attention please, attention please!!\n[00:09.66] This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n[00:11.07] Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n[00:13.14] Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:14.14] Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n[00:20.64] Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n[00:24.02] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:26.83] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:27.95] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:28.69] What you want now?\n[00:29.44] (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n[00:38.37] ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n[00:39.24] They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n[00:40.75] When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n[00:41.27] 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n[00:44.15] Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n[00:45.45] Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n[00:45.78] You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n[00:46.15] With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n[00:46.58] My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n[00:46.95] In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n[00:47.35] (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n[00:47.76] And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n[00:48.17] You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n[00:48.52] Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n[00:48.84] We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n[00:49.17] Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n[00:49.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:49.78] I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n[00:50.09] You think you cute hoe? 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Kidnap that fool!\n[00:55.24] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n[00:55.55] Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:55.77] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:55.97] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:56.23] Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n[00:56.46] Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n[00:56.73] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:56.95] F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n[00:57.25] ANTE UP!!\n[00:57.45] What? 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No, cut that fool!\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute hoe? 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What you want now?\n\nWhat you want now? What you want now?\nWhat you want now? What you want now?\nWhat you want, want, want, want, want, want\nBuck, buck\n\n(Ante up!) No, cut that fool\nThey wanna act stupid, gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool\n\nNigga hunt you down, nigga run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds, tell them niggas to gun your ass down\n(Stop it!) 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Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\nRock a ski mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money, take your 'dro money\n\nYo, yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money\nFor my peeps that hate slow money\nI put 'em in the industry so they can come and take all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\nBitch run that, bitch run that\nSo keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at\n\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n(Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out, then smack that bitch\nHo, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\nRemy want them goddamn diamonds\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGo and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\nYap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n(Ante up!) 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Kidnap that fool!\n[01:59.22] It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n[02:02.22] Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n[02:04.50] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:07.19] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[02:09.76] Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\n[02:12.26] Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n[02:15.04] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:17.41] Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n[02:19.97] (Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\n[02:22.71] Run in your stash house, tie granny up\n[02:24.72] Make you strip butt-naked\n[02:26.45] Young Buck got struck with the gun-butt\n[02:28.54] For tryna tuck your necklace\n[02:30.01] I'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\n[02:31.85] On the streets with a death wish\n[02:33.28] Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n[02:35.23] (Ante up!) 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What you want now?\n\n What you want now? What you want now?\n What you want now? What you want now?\n What you want, want, want, want, want, want\n Buck, buck\n\n (Ante up!) No, cut that fool\n They wanna act stupid, gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool\n\n Nigga hunt you down, nigga run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds, tell them niggas to gun your ass down\n (Stop it!) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars niggas left on your ass\n\n Niggas think lop-sided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways, they rob trains running alongside it\n Pussy motherfucker, we don't play for that shit\n And if you want your shit back, you had to pay for that shit\n You little costume niggas, you romper room niggas\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\n\n We takin' your whole shit while we pass through\n Even the shirt off your back, we run that too\n\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute, ho? Take off them Gucci shades\n I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\n Rock a ski mask, whether it's June or February\n I take your show money, take your 'dro money\n\n Yo, yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money\n For my peeps that hate slow money\n I put 'em in the industry so they can come and take all your money\n Wish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\n Bitch run that, bitch run that\n So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at\n\n And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n (Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch\n She try to spaz out, then smack that bitch\n Ho, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\n Remy want them goddamn diamonds\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\n Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n (Ante up!) 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Yap that fool!\n\n Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n (Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\n Run in your stash house, tie granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young Buck got struck with the gun-butt\n For tryna tuck your necklace\n I'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\n On the streets with a death wish\n Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n\n (Ante up!) Show no mercy\n B.K., nigga, thirsty, thirsty\n We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game\n Motherfucker, you're lame and your chain hollow\n Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, flash the TEC\n Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n Listen, it's Lil' Fame, right\n With that Brownsville mentality, say hi!\n\n Ayo, I'm bangin' out of Copper Top City with a whole empire\n A clip full of blue tips and a hand full of fire\n Eat the dirt, nigga, it's work\n I put in work until it hurt, nigga, step\n Easy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'\n I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'\n Die, nigga, sucka, boom, bang, bang\n Aight, motherfucker, what's wrong with you?\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\nYeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\nBlunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\nBusta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now?\n(What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\nANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\nYou frontin like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\nMy niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\nYou little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\nWe takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nso they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nF*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\nANTE UP!!\n\nWhat? 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n[00:13.14] Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:14.14] Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n[00:20.64] Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n[00:24.02] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:26.83] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:27.95] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:28.69] What you want now?\n[00:29.44] (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n[00:38.37] ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n[00:39.24] They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n[00:40.75] When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n[00:41.27] 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n[00:44.15] Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n[00:45.45] Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n[00:45.78] You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n[00:46.15] With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n[00:46.58] My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n[00:46.95] In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n[00:47.35] (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n[00:47.76] And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n[00:48.17] You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n[00:48.52] Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n[00:48.84] We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n[00:49.17] Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n[00:49.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:49.78] I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n[00:50.09] You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n[00:50.42] I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n[00:50.70] Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n[00:51.02] I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n[00:51.35] Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n[00:51.62] For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n[00:51.94] so they can come and take - all your money\n[00:52.23] Wish I could bring Pun back\n[00:52.53] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:52.83] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:53.04] So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n[00:53.35] And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n[00:53.61] ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n[00:53.86] She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n[00:54.13] Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n[00:54.44] Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:54.63] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:54.96] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:55.24] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n[00:55.55] Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:55.77] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:55.97] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:56.23] Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n[00:56.46] Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n[00:56.73] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:56.95] F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n[00:57.25] ANTE UP!!\n[00:57.45] What? My whole family nuts\n[00:57.64] Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n[00:57.88] Make you strip butt-naked\n[00:58.11] Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n[00:58.32] For tryin to tuck the necklace\n[00:58.47] I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n[00:58.67] On the streets with a death wish\n[00:58.88] Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n[00:59.16] ANTE UP!!\n[00:59.35] Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n[00:59.53] We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n[00:59.74] the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n[01:00.05] Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n[01:00.26] Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n[01:00.42] Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n[01:00.63] With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n[01:00.86] Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n[01:01.12] A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n[01:01.34] Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n[01:01.52] It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n[01:01.73] Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n[01:01.93] I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n[01:02.15] Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n[01:02.36] Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n[01:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up Remix\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Ante Up Remix & Cold As Ice\n duration_ms: 249000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Attention please, attention please!!\n start_ms: 9060\n end_ms: 9660\n- text: This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n start_ms: 9660\n end_ms: 11070\n- text: Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now?\n (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\n ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n so they can come and take - all your money\n Wish I could bring Pun back\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\n ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n ANTE UP!!\n\n What? My whole family nuts\n Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n For tryin to tuck the necklace\n I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n On the streets with a death wish\n Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\n ANTE UP!!\n\n Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\n Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n"},{"id":16381773,"name":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)","trackName":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Ante Up (Remix)","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\nFunkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\nM.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\nShout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\nWhere the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\nFake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\nFunk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\nOne!\n\nTake minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\nTake chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\nBracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n(Ante up!) Everything off!\nFool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\nFool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\nThe rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\nRespect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n\nBrownsville, home of the brave\nPut in work in the street like a slave\nKeep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n(That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\nYou think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\nNigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\nFrom the street, cousin, you know the drill\nI'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\nYap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\nThem thugs you know ain't friendly\nThem jewels you rock, make 'em envy\nYou thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\nGoons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\nAnte up! (Yap that fool!)\nYou want big money, kidnap that fool\nIf you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\nCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n\nThe '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\nGet the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\nIt's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n(Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\nHand over the ring, kick over the chain\nGimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\nStop playin' these childish games with me\nRepresentin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\nAnd then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\nI'm a street regulator, true player hater\nGet back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater\nThings that we need; money, clothes, weed\nIndeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\nCode of the streets, owners who creep\nSlow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\nPut holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\nIt's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n\nYeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\n'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\nHe said he was strong, I had reason to\nBelieve he had some shit up his sleeve all along (so?)\nFuck you, Your Honor! Check my persona\nI'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana\nI'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)\n'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGo and get them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\nYap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n\nHahahahahahaha, fuck\nNigga!\nWhat's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n(First Family, First Family, First Family)\nMotherfucker!\nYeah!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Ante Up (Remix)\n duration_ms: 247000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\n Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\n M.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\n Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\n Where the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\n Fake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\n Funk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\n One!\n\n Take minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\n Take chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\n Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n (Ante up!) Everything off!\n Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\n Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\n The rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\n Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n\n Brownsville, home of the brave\n Put in work in the street like a slave\n Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n (That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\n You think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\n Nigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\n From the street, cousin, you know the drill\n I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\n Them thugs you know ain't friendly\n Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy\n You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\n Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\n Ante up! (Yap that fool!)\n You want big money, kidnap that fool\n If you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\n Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n\n The '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\n Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\n It's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n (Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\n Hand over the ring, kick over the chain\n Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\n Stop playin' these childish games with me\n Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) 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Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n\n Hahahahahahaha, fuck\n Nigga!\n What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n Motherfucker!\n Yeah!\n"},{"id":22522375,"name":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoods Theory)","trackName":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoods Theory)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Ante Up (remix)","duration":248.737959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\nFunkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\nM.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\nShout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\nWhere the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\nFake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\nFunk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\nOne!\n\nTake minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\nTake chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\nBracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n(Ante up!) Everything off!\nFool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\nFool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\nThe rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\nRespect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n\nBrownsville, home of the brave\nPut in work in the street like a slave\nKeep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n(That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\nYou think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\nNigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\nFrom the street, cousin, you know the drill\nI'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\nYap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\nThem thugs you know ain't friendly\nThem jewels you rock, make 'em envy\nYou thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\nGoons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\nAnte up! (Yap that fool!)\nYou want big money, kidnap that fool\nIf you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\nCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n\nThe '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\nGet the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\nIt's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n(Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\nHand over the ring, kick over the chain\nGimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\nStop playin' these childish games with me\nRepresentin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\nAnd then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\nI'm a street regulator, true player hater\nGet back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater\nThings that we need; money, clothes, weed\nIndeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\nCode of the streets, owners who creep\nSlow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\nPut holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\nIt's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n\nYeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\n'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\nHe said he was strong, I had reason to\nBelieve he had some shit up his sleeve all along (so?)\nFuck you, Your Honor! Check my persona\nI'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana\nI'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)\n'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGo and get them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\nYap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n\nHahahahahahaha, fuck\nNigga!\nWhat's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n(First Family, First Family, First Family)\nMotherfucker!\nYeah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.31] You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\n[00:10.65] Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\n[00:14.48] M.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\n[00:18.81] Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\n[00:23.19] Where the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\n[00:27.69] Fake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\n[00:31.36] Funk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\n[00:34.34] One!\n[00:36.39] Take minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\n[00:38.85] Take chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\n[00:41.31] Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n[00:43.99] (Ante up!) Everything off!\n[00:46.66] Fool, what you want? 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Hit him, hit him, hit him\n[01:35.16] Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n[01:37.61] Them thugs you know ain't friendly\n[01:40.09] Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy\n[01:42.76] You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\n[01:45.08] Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\n[01:47.78] Ante up! (Yap that fool!)\n[01:50.32] You want big money, kidnap that fool\n[01:52.92] If you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\n[01:55.28] Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n[01:57.46] The '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\n[02:00.35] Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\n[02:02.97] It's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n[02:05.52] (Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\n[02:08.17] Hand over the ring, kick over the chain\n[02:10.89] Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\n[02:13.17] Stop playin' these childish games with me\n[02:15.56] Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n[02:18.44] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:20.85] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[02:23.41] It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n[02:26.08] Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n[02:28.65] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:31.30] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[02:33.43] Get him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\n[02:36.48] And then yap him! Yap him! 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Yap him!\n start_ms: 217480\n end_ms: 220500\n- text: Hahahahahahaha, fuck\n start_ms: 220500\n end_ms: 224690\n- text: Nigga!\n start_ms: 224690\n end_ms: 225860\n- text: What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n start_ms: 225860\n end_ms: 232250\n- text: (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n start_ms: 232250\n end_ms: 237590\n- text: Motherfucker!\n start_ms: 237590\n end_ms: 245090\n- text: Yeah!\n start_ms: 245090\n end_ms: 246540\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 246540\nplain: |-\n You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\n Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\n M.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\n Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\n Where the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\n Fake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\n Funk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\n One!\n\n Take minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\n Take chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\n Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n (Ante up!) Everything off!\n Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\n Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\n The rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\n Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n\n Brownsville, home of the brave\n Put in work in the street like a slave\n Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n (That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\n You think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\n Nigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\n From the street, cousin, you know the drill\n I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\n Them thugs you know ain't friendly\n Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy\n You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\n Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\n Ante up! (Yap that fool!)\n You want big money, kidnap that fool\n If you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\n Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n\n The '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\n Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\n It's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n (Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\n Hand over the ring, kick over the chain\n Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\n Stop playin' these childish games with me\n Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\n And then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\n I'm a street regulator, true player hater\n Get back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater\n Things that we need; money, clothes, weed\n Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\n Code of the streets, owners who creep\n Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\n Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\n It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n\n Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\n 'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\n He said he was strong, I had reason to\n Believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (so?)\n Fuck you, Your Honor! Check my persona\n I'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana\n I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)\n 'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n Go and get them goddamn diamonds!\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n\n Hahahahahahaha, fuck\n Nigga!\n What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n Motherfucker!\n Yeah!\n"},{"id":2227213,"name":"Ante Up (remix)","trackName":"Ante Up (remix)","artistName":"M.O.P. feat Busta Rhymes, Tephlon, and Remy Martin","albumName":"Ante Up (remix)","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Attention please, attention please!!\nThis shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\nMotherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\nYeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\nBlunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\nBusta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now?\n(What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\nANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'Fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\nYou frontin like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\nMy niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\nYou little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\nWe takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nSo they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nF*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\nANTE UP!!\n\nWhat? My whole family nuts\nRun up yo' stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\nFor tryin to tuck the necklace\nI'm young hungry armed and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\nANTE UP!!\n\nShow no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin\nThe game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\nHit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\nWith that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\nHey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\nEat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\nIt's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\nEasy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\nI'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\nDie cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\nAight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (remix)\n artist: M.O.P. feat Busta Rhymes, Tephlon, and Remy Martin\n album: Ante Up (remix)\n duration_ms: 248000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Attention please, attention please!!\n This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now?\n (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\n ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'Fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n So they can come and take - all your money\n Wish I could bring Pun back\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\n ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n ANTE UP!!\n\n What? My whole family nuts\n Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n For tryin to tuck the necklace\n I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n On the streets with a death wish\n Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\n ANTE UP!!\n\n Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n The game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\n Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n"},{"id":30241517,"name":"Ante Up (remix)","trackName":"Ante Up (remix)","artistName":"M.O.P. featuring Busta Rhymes, Teflon and Remy Ma","albumName":"Ante Up (remix)","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where did y'all motherfuckers go?\nAttention please, attention please\nThis shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed\nMotherfucker\nBusta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\nWhat you want now (What you want now)\nWhat you want now (What you want now)\nWhat you want now (What you want now)\nWhat you want now\nWhat you want want want want want want buck, buck\n\nAnte up, no cut that fool\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\nFore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggas'll gun your ass down, stop it\nYou fronting like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass\nMy niggas think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains running along-side it\nSee motherfucker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit\nYou little costume niggas, Romper-Room niggas\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\nWe taking your whole shit while we pass through\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga run that too\n\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute ho, take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\nRock a ski-mask whether it's June or February\nI take your show money, take your 'dro money\nYo, yap that fool cause I don't know money\nFor my peeps that hate slow money, I put em in the industry\nSo they can come and take all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\nBitch run that, bitch run that\nSo keep acting like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'mma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\nAnte up, yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHo you don't be rhyming, you still memorizing\nRemy want them goddamn diamonds\n\nAnte up, yap that fool\nAnte up, kidnap that fool\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shining\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds\nAnte up, yap that fool\nAnte up, kidnap that fool\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n(Ante up, yap that fool)\nFuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n(Ante up) what, my whole family nuts\nRun up yo' stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung buck got struck with the gun butt\nFor what? For tryin to tuck the necklace\nI'm young hungry armed and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\n(Ante up) Show no mercy\nB.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin the game\nMotherfucker you're lame and your chain hollow\nHit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen, it's Lil' Fame right\nWith that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\nHey yo I'm firing outta coppertop city with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fiya!\nEat deep dirt nigga, it's Berk'\nI put in work until it hurt nigga step\nEasy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leaking\nI'mma bang til the springs in this thang start squeaking\nDie cocksucker, boom bap, boom bap\nAight motherfucker, what's wrong with you\n\nAnte up, yap that fool\nAnte up, kidnap that fool\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shining\nGo and get them goddamn diamonds\nAnte up, yap that fool\nAnte up, kidnap that fool\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (remix)\n artist: M.O.P. featuring Busta Rhymes, Teflon and Remy Ma\n album: Ante Up (remix)\n duration_ms: 249000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Where did y'all motherfuckers go?\n Attention please, attention please\n This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed\n Motherfucker\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now (What you want now)\n What you want now (What you want now)\n What you want now (What you want now)\n What you want now\n What you want want want want want want buck, buck\n\n Ante up, no cut that fool\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggas'll gun your ass down, stop it\n You fronting like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass\n My niggas think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains running along-side it\n See motherfucker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit\n You little costume niggas, Romper-Room niggas\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\n We taking your whole shit while we pass through\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga run that too\n\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute ho, take off them Gucci shades\n I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\n Rock a ski-mask whether it's June or February\n I take your show money, take your 'dro money\n Yo, yap that fool cause I don't know money\n For my peeps that hate slow money, I put em in the industry\n So they can come and take all your money\n Wish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\n Bitch run that, bitch run that\n So keep acting like you don't know where the funds at\n And I'mma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n Ante up, yo yap that bitch\n She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n Ho you don't be rhyming, you still memorizing\n Remy want them goddamn diamonds\n\n Ante up, yap that fool\n Ante up, kidnap that fool\n It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining\n Get up off them goddamn diamonds\n Ante up, yap that fool\n Ante up, kidnap that fool\n Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n (Ante up, yap that fool)\n Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n (Ante up) what, my whole family nuts\n Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young buck got struck with the gun butt\n For what? 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What you want now?\n\nWhat you want now? What you want now?\nWhat you want now? What you want now?\nWhat you want, want, want, want, want, want\nBuck, buck\n\n(Ante up!) No, cut that fool\nThey wanna act stupid, gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool\n\nNigga hunt you down, nigga run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds, tell them niggas to gun your ass down\n(Stop it!) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars niggas left on your ass\n\nNiggas think lop-sided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways, they rob trains running alongside it\nPussy motherfucker, we don't play for that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back, you had to pay for that shit\nYou little costume niggas, you romper room niggas\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\n\nWe takin' your whole shit while we pass through\nEven the shirt off your back, we run that too\n\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute, ho? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\nRock a ski mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money, take your 'dro money\n\nYo, yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money\nFor my peeps that hate slow money\nI put 'em in the industry so they can come and take all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\nBitch run that, bitch run that\nSo keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at\n\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n(Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out, then smack that bitch\nHo, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\nRemy want them goddamn diamonds\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGo and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\nYap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n\nFuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n(Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\nRun in your stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung Buck got struck with the gun-butt\nFor tryna tuck your necklace\nI'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n\n(Ante up!) Show no mercy\nB.K., nigga, thirsty, thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game\nMotherfucker, you're lame and your chain hollow\nHit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, flash the TEC\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen, it's Lil' Fame, right\nWith that Brownsville mentality, say hi!\n\nAyo, I'm bangin' out of Copper Top City with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue tips and a hand full of fire\nEat the dirt, nigga, it's work\nI put in work until it hurt, nigga, step\nEasy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'\nI'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'\nDie, nigga, sucka, boom, bang, bang\nAight, motherfucker, what's wrong with you?\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGo and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\nYap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.33] Attention please, attention please\n[00:07.60] This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed\n[00:11.72] Motherfucker!\n[00:15.23] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:15.94] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:19.64] Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck\n[00:22.81] Busta Rhyme now, M.O.P. now\n[00:25.46] What you want now? What you want now?\n[00:27.38] What you want now? What you want now?\n[00:29.46] What you want now? What you want now?\n[00:29.99] What you want, want, want, want, want, want\n[00:30.77] Buck, buck\n[00:32.75] (Ante up!) 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You frontin' like this was a thing of the past\n[00:50.04] With tattoos over the scars niggas left on your ass\n[00:53.26] Niggas think lop-sided, bust they gat cross-sided\n[00:55.45] In the subways, they rob trains running alongside it\n[00:58.24] Pussy motherfucker, we don't play for that shit\n[01:00.40] And if you want your shit back, you had to pay for that shit\n[01:02.96] You little costume niggas, you romper room niggas\n[01:05.61] Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\n[01:08.57] We takin' your whole shit while we pass through\n[01:10.54] Even the shirt off your back, we run that too\n[01:13.18] I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n[01:15.71] You think you cute, ho? Take off them Gucci shades\n[01:18.34] I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\n[01:21.02] Rock a ski mask, whether it's June or February\n[01:23.61] I take your show money, take your 'dro money\n[01:26.26] Yo, yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money\n[01:28.66] For my peeps that hate slow money\n[01:30.45] I put 'em in the industry so they can come and take all your money\n[01:33.91] Wish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\n[01:35.77] Bitch run that, bitch run that\n[01:39.22] So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at\n[01:41.89] And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n[01:44.23] (Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch\n[01:46.52] She try to spaz out, then smack that bitch\n[01:49.07] Ho, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\n[01:51.99] Remy want them goddamn diamonds\n[01:54.40] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[01:56.91] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[01:59.22] It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n[02:02.22] Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n[02:04.50] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:07.19] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[02:09.76] Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\n[02:12.26] Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n[02:15.04] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:17.41] Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n[02:19.97] (Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\n[02:22.71] Run in your stash house, tie granny up\n[02:24.72] Make you strip butt-naked\n[02:26.45] Young Buck got struck with the gun-butt\n[02:28.54] For tryna tuck your necklace\n[02:30.01] I'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\n[02:31.85] On the streets with a death wish\n[02:33.28] Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n[02:35.23] (Ante up!) 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What you want now?\n\n What you want now? What you want now?\n What you want now? What you want now?\n What you want, want, want, want, want, want\n Buck, buck\n\n (Ante up!) No, cut that fool\n They wanna act stupid, gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool\n\n Nigga hunt you down, nigga run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds, tell them niggas to gun your ass down\n (Stop it!) 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Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\nRock a ski-mask whether it's June or February\nI take ya show money, take your 'dro money\nYo, yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money\nFor my peeps that hate slow money, I put 'em in the industry\nSo they can come and take all yo' money\nWish I could bring Pun back (blaow)\nBitch, run that! (Blaow)\nBitch, run that! (Blaow)\nBitch, run that!\nSo keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n(Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch\nShe try to spazz out? Then smack that bitch\nHo, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\nRemy want them goddamn diamonds (huh)\n(Ante up!) yap that fool\n(Ante up!) kidnap that fool\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds (huh)\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\nGet him (get him), get him\nHit him (hit him), hit him\nYap him (zap him)\nYap him (zap him)\n(Ante up! 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Kidnap that fool\nGet him (get him), get him\nHit him (hit him), hit him\nYap him, zap him\nYap him, yap him\nWhat the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck? nigga\nWhat the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? what the fuck? huh? Uh\n(First Family, First Family, First Family)\nMotherfucker\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Instrumental)\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Ante Up (Remix)\n duration_ms: 247000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Where them motherfuckers go?\n (We back)\n Attention please, attention please\n This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed\n Motherfucker\n Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh)\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n Blap-blap, blap-blap, blap-blap, blap-blap, blap\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? 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Gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga, run ya damn jewels\n 'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt ya down, nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds, 'til them niggas'll gun your ass down (stop it)\n You frontin' like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass\n My niggas think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways, they rob trains, runnin' along-side it (bah-bah)\n See, motherfucker, we don't play for that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit\n You little costume niggas, Romper-Room niggas\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas (what?)\n We taking your whole shit (while we pass through)\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga (run that too) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute, ho? 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Kidnap that fool\n Get him (get him), get him\n Hit him (hit him), hit him\n Yap him (zap him)\n Yap him (zap him)\n (Ante up! Yap that fool)\n Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n (Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\n Run in yo' stash house, tie Granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young buck got struck with the gun-butt\n (For what?) For tryin to tuck the necklace\n I'm young, hungry, armed and reckless\n On the streets with a death wish\n Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n (Ante up!) Show no mercy\n B.K., nigga, thirsty, thirsty\n We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game\n Motherfucker, you're lame and ya chain hollow\n Hit him (hit him), hit him\n Flash the TEC\n Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n Listen, it's Lil' Fame, right?\n With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n Hey, yo, I'm thuggin' outta Coppertop City with a whole empire\n A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of (fire)\n Eat the dirt, nigga (yap)\n It's Berk', I put in work until it hurt, nigga (step)\n Easy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'\n I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'\n Die, cocksucker\n Boom (blap), bah (blap)\n Aight, motherfucker, what's wrong with you?\n (Ante up!) yap that fool\n (Ante up!) kidnap that fool\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Go and get them goddamn diamonds (huh)\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\n Get him (get him), get him\n Hit him (hit him), hit him\n Yap him, zap him\n Yap him, yap him\n What the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck? nigga\n What the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck?\n What the fuck? what the fuck? huh? Uh\n (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n Motherfucker\n Yeah\n"},{"id":23615969,"name":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Radio Version)","trackName":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Radio Version)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Ante Up (Remix)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brrt\nYabadoo!\nUh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh)\nOh (oh), oh\nYeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)\nYeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah\nTake minks off (uh), take things off (uh)\nTake chains off (uh), take rings off (uh)\nBracelets is yapped, fame came off\n(Ante up!) Everything off\nFool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\nFool, what you want? 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Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nso they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n[00:39.13] Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:39.35] Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n[00:39.60] Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n[00:42.21] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:43.54] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:44.60] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:45.34] What you want now?\n[00:46.12] (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n[00:48.47] ANTE UP!! 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Take off them Gucci shades\n[01:26.72] I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n[01:36.34] Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n[01:39.18] I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n[01:42.14] Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n[01:44.48] For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n[01:47.34] so they can come and take - all your money\n[01:49.54] Wish I could bring Pun back\n[01:51.49] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[01:55.79] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[01:57.45] So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n[01:58.84] And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n[02:00.31] ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n[02:03.73] She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n[02:05.16] Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n[02:06.55] Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[02:10.85] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[02:12.80] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[02:15.77] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n[02:17.10] Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[02:20.49] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[02:22.76] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[02:25.78] Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n[02:28.17] Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n[02:30.62] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[02:33.22] F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n[02:35.87] ANTE UP!!\n[02:37.46] What? 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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\n Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now? (What you want now?)\n What you want now?\n (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\n ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute hoe? 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Kidnap that fool!\n Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n ANTE UP!!\n\n What? 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What you want now?\n\nWhat you want now? What you want now?\nWhat you want now? What you want now?\nWhat you want, want, want, want, want, want\nBuck, buck\n\n(Ante up!) No, cut that fool\nThey wanna act stupid, gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool\n\nNigga hunt you down, nigga run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds, tell them niggas to gun your ass down\n(Stop it!) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars niggas left on your ass\n\nNiggas think lop-sided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways, they rob trains running alongside it\nPussy motherfucker, we don't play for that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back, you had to pay for that shit\nYou little costume niggas, you romper room niggas\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\n\nWe takin' your whole shit while we pass through\nEven the shirt off your back, we run that too\n\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute, ho? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730\nRock a ski mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money, take your 'dro money\n\nYo, yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money\nFor my peeps that hate slow money\nI put 'em in the industry so they can come and take all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back, bitch run that\nBitch run that, bitch run that\nSo keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at\n\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at\n(Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out, then smack that bitch\nHo, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\nRemy want them goddamn diamonds\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGo and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\nYap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n\nFuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n(Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\nRun in your stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung Buck got struck with the gun-butt\nFor tryna tuck your necklace\nI'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n\n(Ante up!) Show no mercy\nB.K., nigga, thirsty, thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game\nMotherfucker, you're lame and your chain hollow\nHit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, flash the TEC\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen, it's Lil' Fame, right\nWith that Brownsville mentality, say hi!\n\nAyo, I'm bangin' out of Copper Top City with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue tips and a hand full of fire\nEat the dirt, nigga, it's work\nI put in work until it hurt, nigga, step\nEasy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'\nI'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'\nDie, nigga, sucka, boom, bang, bang\nAight, motherfucker, what's wrong with you?\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGo and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\nYap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.33]Attention please, attention please\n[00:07.60]This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed\n[00:11.72]Motherfucker!\n[00:15.23]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:15.94]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:19.64]Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck\n[00:22.81]Busta Rhyme now, M.O.P. now\n[00:25.46]What you want now? What you want now?\n[00:27.38]What you want now? What you want now?\n[00:29.46]What you want now? What you want now?\n[00:29.99]What you want, want, want, want, want, want\n[00:30.77]Buck, buck\n[00:32.75](Ante up!) 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Yo, yap that bitch\n start_ms: 104230\n end_ms: 106520\n- text: She try to spaz out, then smack that bitch\n start_ms: 106520\n end_ms: 109070\n- text: Ho, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'\n start_ms: 109070\n end_ms: 111990\n- text: Remy want them goddamn diamonds\n start_ms: 111990\n end_ms: 114400\n- text: (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n start_ms: 114400\n end_ms: 116910\n- text: (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n start_ms: 116910\n end_ms: 119220\n- text: It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n start_ms: 119220\n end_ms: 122220\n- text: Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n start_ms: 122220\n end_ms: 124500\n- text: (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n start_ms: 124500\n end_ms: 127190\n- text: (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n start_ms: 127190\n end_ms: 129760\n- text: Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\n start_ms: 129760\n end_ms: 132260\n- text: Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n start_ms: 132260\n end_ms: 135040\n- text: (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n start_ms: 135040\n end_ms: 137410\n- text: Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n start_ms: 137410\n end_ms: 139970\n- text: (Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\n start_ms: 139970\n end_ms: 142710\n- text: Run in your stash house, tie granny up\n start_ms: 142710\n end_ms: 144720\n- text: Make you strip butt-naked\n start_ms: 144720\n end_ms: 146450\n- text: Young Buck got struck with the gun-butt\n start_ms: 146450\n end_ms: 148540\n- text: For tryna tuck your necklace\n start_ms: 148540\n end_ms: 150010\n- text: I'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\n start_ms: 150010\n end_ms: 151850\n- text: On the streets with a death wish\n start_ms: 151850\n end_ms: 153280\n- text: Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n start_ms: 153280\n end_ms: 155230\n- text: (Ante up!) Show no mercy\n start_ms: 155230\n end_ms: 157960\n- text: B.K., nigga, thirsty, thirsty\n start_ms: 157960\n end_ms: 160550\n- text: We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game\n start_ms: 160550\n end_ms: 163200\n- text: Motherfucker, you're lame and your chain hollow\n start_ms: 163200\n end_ms: 165520\n- text: Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, flash the TEC\n start_ms: 165520\n end_ms: 167660\n- text: Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n start_ms: 167660\n end_ms: 170670\n- text: Listen, it's Lil' Fame, right\n start_ms: 170670\n end_ms: 172850\n- text: With that Brownsville mentality, say hi!\n start_ms: 172850\n end_ms: 175460\n- text: Ayo, I'm bangin' out of Copper Top City with a whole empire\n start_ms: 175460\n end_ms: 178200\n- text: A clip full of blue tips and a hand full of fire\n start_ms: 178200\n end_ms: 181170\n- text: Eat the dirt, nigga, it's work\n start_ms: 181170\n end_ms: 182930\n- text: I put in work until it hurt, nigga, step\n start_ms: 182930\n end_ms: 185300\n- text: Easy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'\n start_ms: 185300\n end_ms: 188470\n- text: I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'\n start_ms: 188470\n end_ms: 191150\n- text: Die, nigga, sucka, boom, bang, bang\n start_ms: 191150\n end_ms: 193720\n- text: Aight, motherfucker, what's wrong with you?\n start_ms: 193720\n end_ms: 196100\n- text: (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n start_ms: 196100\n end_ms: 198650\n- text: (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n start_ms: 198650\n end_ms: 200910\n- text: It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n start_ms: 200910\n end_ms: 203870\n- text: Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n start_ms: 203870\n end_ms: 206310\n- text: (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n start_ms: 206310\n end_ms: 208860\n- text: (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n start_ms: 208860\n end_ms: 211480\n- text: Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\n start_ms: 211480\n end_ms: 214090\n- text: Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n start_ms: 214090\n end_ms: 248730\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 248730\nplain: |-\n Attention please, attention please\n\n This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed\n Motherfucker!\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck\n Busta Rhyme now, M.O.P. now\n What you want now? What you want now?\n\n What you want now? What you want now?\n What you want now? What you want now?\n What you want, want, want, want, want, want\n Buck, buck\n\n (Ante up!) No, cut that fool\n They wanna act stupid, gun-butt that fool\n When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n 'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool\n\n Nigga hunt you down, nigga run your ass down\n Unleash the hounds, tell them niggas to gun your ass down\n (Stop it!) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past\n With tattoos over the scars niggas left on your ass\n\n Niggas think lop-sided, bust they gat cross-sided\n In the subways, they rob trains running alongside it\n Pussy motherfucker, we don't play for that shit\n And if you want your shit back, you had to pay for that shit\n You little costume niggas, you romper room niggas\n Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas\n\n We takin' your whole shit while we pass through\n Even the shirt off your back, we run that too\n\n I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n You think you cute, ho? 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Yap that fool!\n\n Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels\n (Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts\n Run in your stash house, tie granny up\n Make you strip butt-naked\n Young Buck got struck with the gun-butt\n For tryna tuck your necklace\n I'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless\n On the streets with a death wish\n Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list\n\n (Ante up!) Show no mercy\n B.K., nigga, thirsty, thirsty\n We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game\n Motherfucker, you're lame and your chain hollow\n Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, flash the TEC\n Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n Listen, it's Lil' Fame, right\n With that Brownsville mentality, say hi!\n\n Ayo, I'm bangin' out of Copper Top City with a whole empire\n A clip full of blue tips and a hand full of fire\n Eat the dirt, nigga, it's work\n I put in work until it hurt, nigga, step\n Easy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'\n I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'\n Die, nigga, sucka, boom, bang, bang\n Aight, motherfucker, what's wrong with you?\n\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em\n Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em\n"},{"id":24003952,"name":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Radio Version)","trackName":"Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Radio Version)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Ante Up (Remix) CDM","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brrt\nYabadoo!\nUh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh)\nOh (oh), oh\nYeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)\nYeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah\nTake minks off (uh), take things off (uh)\nTake chains off (uh), take rings off (uh)\nBracelets is yapped, fame came off\n(Ante up!) Everything off\nFool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\nFool, what you want? 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(Yap that fool)\nYou want big money, kidnap that fool\nIf you up in the club, I've got your pistol money\nCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\nThe '87 stickup kids (what you sayin'?)\nGet the f- up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\nIt's flash that thang time (bang), Bang time\n(Ante up!) It's game time\nHand over the ring, kick over the chain\nGimme the f- watch before I pop one in your brain\nStop playin' these childish games with me\nRepresentin' 1-718 dangerously\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them diamonds (huh)\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\nGet him (get him), get him, get him\nHit him (hit him), hit him, hit him\nYap him, yap him\nZap him\nI'm a street regulator, true player hater\nGet back down, make yo' a- a MAC sprayer hater\nThings that we need, money, clothes\nIndeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\nCode of the streets, owners who creep\nSlow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\nPut holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\nIt's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\nYeah, Danze, gave you a chance\n'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\nHe said he was strong\nI have reason to believe he had some sh- up his sleeve all along (so?)\nF- you, Your Honor, Check my persona\nI'm strung out off of Old Gold and-\nI'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept\n(Raise hell) til' I'm expired and stretched\nYes, Lord\n(Ante up!) yap that fool\n(Ante up!) kidnap that fool\nIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\nGo and get them diamonds (huh)\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\nGet him (get him), get him\nHit him (hit him), hit him\nYap him, zap him\nYap him, yap him\nAh\n(First Family, First Family, First Family)\nMother-\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) (Radio Version)\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Ante Up (Remix) CDM\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Brrt\n Yabadoo!\n Uh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh)\n Oh (oh), oh\n Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)\n Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah\n Take minks off (uh), take things off (uh)\n Take chains off (uh), take rings off (uh)\n Bracelets is yapped, fame came off\n (Ante up!) Everything off\n Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\n Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\n The rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\n Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound) now (now)\n Brownsville, home of the brave\n Put in work in the street like a slave\n Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n (That shit gon' send you to your grave) so?\n You think I don't know that? (Blaow)\n Hold that (blaow)\n Hold that (blaow)\n Hold that\n From the street, cousin, you know the drill\n I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou' short of a mill'\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Get up off them diamonds (huh)\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\n Get him (get him), get him\n Hit him (hit him), hit him\n Yap him, yap him\n Yap him, zap him\n Them thugs you know ain't friendly\n Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy\n You thinkin' it's all good\n You creep through a small hood\n Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods\n And they all should\n Ante up! (Yap that fool)\n You want big money, kidnap that fool\n If you up in the club, I've got your pistol money\n Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n The '87 stickup kids (what you sayin'?)\n Get the f- up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\n It's flash that thang time (bang), Bang time\n (Ante up!) It's game time\n Hand over the ring, kick over the chain\n Gimme the f- watch before I pop one in your brain\n Stop playin' these childish games with me\n Representin' 1-718 dangerously\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Get up off them diamonds (huh)\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\n Get him (get him), get him, get him\n Hit him (hit him), hit him, hit him\n Yap him, yap him\n Zap him\n I'm a street regulator, true player hater\n Get back down, make yo' a- a MAC sprayer hater\n Things that we need, money, clothes\n Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\n Code of the streets, owners who creep\n Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\n Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\n It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n Yeah, Danze, gave you a chance\n 'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\n He said he was strong\n I have reason to believe he had some sh- up his sleeve all along (so?)\n F- you, Your Honor, Check my persona\n I'm strung out off of Old Gold and-\n I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept\n (Raise hell) til' I'm expired and stretched\n Yes, Lord\n (Ante up!) yap that fool\n (Ante up!) kidnap that fool\n It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'\n Go and get them diamonds (huh)\n (Ante up!) Yap that fool\n (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool\n Get him (get him), get him\n Hit him (hit him), hit him\n Yap him, zap him\n Yap him, yap him\n Ah\n (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n Mother-\n Yeah\n"}]