Intro:
(Busta Rhymes)
Attention please, attention please
This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapse
Motherfucka
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, bluck, bluck
Verse 1:
(Busta Rhymes)
Ante up
No, cut that fool
They want to act stupid, gun buck that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds 'til them niggas'll gun your ass down Stop it
You frontin' like this was a thing of the past
Wit tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass
My niggas think lopsided, bust they gat cross-eyeded
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along side it
See motherfucker we don't play for that shit
An' if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit
You little costume niggas
Romper Room niggas
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas
We takin' your whole shit while we pass through
Even the shirt off your back
Nigga, run that too
(Remi Martin)
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 yo show money
Take yo 'dro money
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 ya money
Wish I could bring Pun back
Bitch, run that
Bitch, run that
Bitch, run that
So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at
An' I'ma show ya'll motherfuckers where the guns at
Ante up
Yo yap that bitch
She try to spaz out then smack that bitch
Hoe you don't be rhymin'
You still memorizin
Remi want them God damn diamonds
Chorus:
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 damn diamonds
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
Ante up
Yap that fool
Verse 2:
(Tephlon)
Fuck hip-hop
Rip pockets, snatch jewels
(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
Quit tryin' to tuck the necklace
I'm young, hungry, armed, and reckless
On the streets wit a death wish
Don't hide when you see me
I'm on the guest list
(Ante up)
(Lil' Fame)
Show no mercy
B.K. nigga
Thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows
You misrepresentin' the game
Motherfucker, ya lame an' ya 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?
Wit that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
(Billy Danze)
Hey yo I'm firin' out of coppertop city
Wit a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fire
Eat deep dirt nigga, yep
It's Berk, I put in work until it hurt nigga, step
Easy out the truck punk
Fo' I leave your ass leakin'
I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'
Die cocksucker
Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?
Chorus:
Ante up
Yap that fool
Ante up
Kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin'
You see the man shinin'
Go an' get them God damn diamonds
Ante up
Yap that fool
Ante up
Kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, get him
Hit him, hit him, hit him