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m o p - ante up (remix) lyrics

[busta ryhmes]
attention please, attention please!!
this sh-t here feels like a whole entire world collapsed!
motherf-ckerrrrrrrrrr! yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck

busta rhymes now, m.o.p. now
what you want now? (what you want now?)
what you want now? (what you want now?)
what you want now? (what you want now?)
what you want now?
(what you want want want want want want buck buck)

ante up!! no, cut that fool!
they want to act stupid gun-b-tt that fool
when i c-ck that tool, n-gg- run your d-mn jewels
‘fore we f-ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, n-gg-
hunt you down n-gg-, run your -ss down
unleash the hounds til them n-gg-z’ll gun your -ss down (stop it)
you frontin like this was a thing of the past
with tattoos over the scars a n-gg- left on your -ss!
my n-gg-z think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
in the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!
(buck buck) see motherf-cker we don’t play with that sh-t
and if you want your sh-t back you had to pay for that sh-t!
you little costume n-gg-z, romper-room n-gg-z
get you in the night or early in the afternoon n-gg-z
we takin your whole sh-t while we p-ss through
even the shirt off your back, n-gg- run that too

[remi martin]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i catch you backstage, give me the keys to the escalade
you think you cute hoe? take off them gucci shades
i get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
rock a ski-mask, whether it’s june or february
i take your show money (ohh!) take your ‘dro money (ohh!)
yo yap that fool, cause i don’t know money!
for my peeps that hate slow money; i put them in the industry
so they can come and take – all your money
{-brief sample of “it’s so hard”-}
wish i could bring pun back
(blaow!) b-tch, run that!
{-beat returns to “ante up-}
(blaow!) b-tch, run that! (blaow!) b-tch, run that!
so keep actin like you don’t know where the funds at
and i’ma show y’all motherf-ckers where the guns at

ante up!! yo yap that b-tch
she try to spaz out then smack that b-tch
hoe you don’t be rhymin, you still memorizin
remi want them god d-mn diamonds (huh!!!)

[chorus: m.o.p.]
ante up!! yap that fool!
ante up!! kidnap that fool!
it’s the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
get up off them god d-mn 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)

[m.o.p.] ante up!! yap that fool!
[teflon] f-ck hip-hop, rip pockets, sn-tch jewels!
[m.o.p.] ante up!!

[teflon]
what? my whole family nuts
run up yo’ stash house, tie granny up
make you strip b-tt-naked
young buck got struck with the gun b-tt
quit tryin to tuck the necklace
i’m young hungry armed and reckless
on the streets with a death wish
don’t hide when you see me, i’m on the guestlist

[m.o.p.] ante up!!

[lil’ fame]
show no mercy; b.k., n-gg-, thirsty thirsty
we bang hollows, you misrepresentin
the game motherf-cker you lame and your chain hollow
hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech
yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
listen.. it’s, lil’ fame right?
with that brownsville mentality to shanghai

[billy danze]
hey yo i’m firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
a clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fiyahh!
eat deep dirt n-gg- (yep)
it’s berk’ i put in work until it hurt n-gg- (step)
easy out the truck punk, ‘fore i leave your -ss leakin
i’ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin
die c-cksucker, boom bap boom bap
aight motherf-cker, what’s wrong with you?

[chorus]

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