Ante Up Remix (Album Version) (feat Busta Rhymes, Tephlon And Remy Martin)

作词 : Jamal Grinnage/Eric Murry/Daryl Pittman/Linwood Starling/Trevor Smith

作曲 : Jamal Grinnage/Eric Murry/Daryl Pittman/Linwood Starling/Trevor Smith

Attention please, attention please

This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapse

**********uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur,oh, oh, oh, oh

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 butt that fool

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

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

Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down

Unleash the hounds till them niggaz will gun your ass down

(Stop it)

You frontin' like this was a thing of the past

With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass

My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross sided

In the subways they rob trains runnin' along side it

(Buck, buck)

See mother****ers we don't play with that shit

And 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, b***h run that too (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

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, take your 'dro money

(Oh, oh)

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

Wish I could bring Pun back

(Blaow)shit, run that

(Blaow)shit, run that

(Blaow)shit, run that

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

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

Ante up, yo yap that b***h

She try to spaz out then smack that b***h

Hoe you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'

Remy want them goddamn diamonds

(Uh)

Ante up, yap that fool

Ante up, kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'

Get up off them goddamn diamonds

(Uh)

Ante up, yap that fool

Ante up, kidnap that fool

Get him, get him, hit him, hit him

(Get him, hit him)

Yap him,Zap him

(Yap him, Zap him)

Ante up, yap that fool

**** hip hop, rip pockets

Snatch jewels

Ante up

What? My whole family nut

Run up 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., b***h, thirsty thirsty

We bang hollows, you misrepresentin'

the game **** you lame and your chain hollow

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

Hey yo I'm firin' out a copper top city, with a whole empire

A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of Fiyahh

Eat deep dirt b***h

(Yep)

It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt b***h

(Step)

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

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

Die mother****ers, boom BAP boom BAP

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

Ante up, yap that fool

Ante up, kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'

Get up off them goddamn diamonds

(Uh)

Ante up, yap that fool

Ante up, kidnap that fool

Get him, get him, hit him, hit him

(Get him, hit him)

Yap him, zap him

(Yap him, zap him)

what the **** ......

b***hR

what the ****......

Huh? EH~