Ante Up (Remix - Radio Version)

Dem **** go?

Attention please, attention please

This **** here feels like a whole entire world collapse

Mother****!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!

Blaow-blaow-blaow, blaow-blaow!

Blaow-blaow, blaow-blaow!

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, blaow, blaow

Ante up

No!

Cut that fool

Oh!

They want to act stupid? Gun-butt that fool

When I cock that tool, ****, run your damn jewels

'Fore we **** around and lay you up in your own blood pool, ****

Hunt you down, ****, run your ass down

Unleash the hounds till them **** gun your ass down

Stop it

You fronting like this was a thing of the past

With tattoos over the scars a **** left on your ass

My **** think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided

In the subways, they rob trains, running alongside it

See, mother****, we don't play for that ****

And if you want your **** back, you had to pay for that ****

You little costume ****, Romper-Room ****

Get you in the night or early in the afternoon ****

What?

We taking your whole **** while we pass through

Even the shirt off your back, ****, run that too

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade

You think you cute, ho, take off them Gucci shades

I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all 730

Rock a ski mask whether it's June or February

I take your show money, take your 'dro money

Uh, uh

Yo, yap that fool 'cause I don't know money

For my peeps that hate slow money, I put 'em in the industry

So they can come and take all your money

Wish I could bring Pun back, ****, run that

Blaow! Blaow!

****, run that, ****, run that

Blaow!

So keep acting like you don't know where the funds at

And I'ma show y'all mother**** where the guns at

Ante up

Yo, yap that ****

She try to spaz out, then smack that ****

Ho, you don't be rhyming, you still memorizin'

Remy want them ****damn diamonds

Huh?

Ante up

Yap that fool

Ante up

Kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining

Get up off them ****damn diamonds

Huh?

Ante up

Oh!

Yap that fool

Oh!

Ante up

Oh!

Kidnap that fool

Get him, get him

Get him

Hit 'em, hit 'em

Hit 'em

Yap 'em, zap 'em

Yap 'em, zap 'em

Ante up

Yap that fool

**** hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewel

Ante up

What? My whole family nuts

Run in yo' stash house, tie granny up

Make you strip butt-naked

Young buck got struck with the gun-butt

For what?

For 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 guest list

Ante up

Show no mercy

B.K., ****, thirsty, thirsty

We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game

Mother****, you're lame and your chain hollow

Hit him, hit him, flash the TEC

Hit him

Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs

Listen, it's Lil' Fame, right?

With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai

Hey yo, I'm firing outta Coppertop City with a whole empire

A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fire!

Eat deep dirt, ****, it's Berk'

I put in work until it hurt, ****, step

Easy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leaking

I'ma bang till the springs in this thang start squeakin'

Die, ****sucker, boom, blap

Blap, blap

Aight, mother****, what's wrong with you?

Ante up

Yap that fool

Ante up

Kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining

Go and get them ****damn diamonds

Huh?

Ante up

Yap that fool

Ante up

Kidnap that fool

Get him, get him

Get him

Hit 'em, hit 'em

Hit 'em

Yap 'em, zap 'em

Yap 'em, yap 'em

Yeah!