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M.O.P., short for Mash-Out Posse, is an American hardcore rap duo. The duo, comprising Billy Danzenie and Lil' Fame, are known for their loudly aggressive delivery. Although they maintain a strong underground following, they had some minor mainstream success in the early 2000s with the songs "Ante Up" and "Cold As Ice". The group has frequently collaborated with DJ Premier. Fame sometimes goes under the production moniker Fizzy Womack, and has produced on several M.O.P. releases as well as three AZ albums, Cormega's Who Am I, Termanology's Da Cameo King, Big Noyd's Illustrious and the St. Da Squad mixtape. Wikipedia

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M.O.P. - Ante Up

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Huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) huh (huh) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)		Lil Fame: Take minks off! Take things off! Take chains off! Take rings off! Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! (Ante Up!) Everything off! Fool what you want? We stiflin them fools Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels? The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down) Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!)
Billy Danze: Brownsville, home of the brave Put in work in the street like a slave Keep rugged dress code Always in this stress mode (That shit will send you to your grave) So? You think I don't know that? (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! (BLOW!) Nigga holdthat! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm 900 and 99 thou short of a mill		Chorus Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)
Lil Fame: Them thugs you know, ain't friendly Them jewels you rock, make em envy You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood Goons comin up outta cut for your goods and they all should Ante Up! Yap that fool You want big money, kidnap that fool! If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money		Billy Danze: The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?) Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin It's fash that thang time, (bang) bang time Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time Hand over the ring, take over the chain Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playin these childish games with me Represtentin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga
Chorus		Lil Fame: I'm a street regulator, true playa hater Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials Code of the streets, owners who creep Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!)
Billy Danze: Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance Cuz I blazed your man, he said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve allalong (So?) Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona! I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana! I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord!		Chorus
Outro: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... The fuck, the fuck, the fuck... Nigga! What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... Ha, what First Family, First Family... Brooklyn... Yeah!