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ANTE UP REMIX
M.O.P.
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Attention please, attention please
This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
Motherfucker!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
Busta Rhyme 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, want, want, want, want, want
Buck, buck
(Ante up!) No, cut that fool
They wanna act stupid, gun-butt 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, tell them niggas to gun your ass down
(Stop it!) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars niggas left on your ass
Niggas think lop-sided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the subways, they rob trains running alongside it
Pussy motherfucker, we don't play for that shit
And if you want your shit back, you had to pay for that shit
You little costume niggas, you 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, we run that too
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
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, bitch run that
Bitch run that, bitch run that
So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
(Ante up!) Yo, yap that bitch
She try to spaz out, then smack that bitch
Ho, you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'
Remy want them goddamn diamonds
(Ante up!) Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds
(Ante up!) Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em
Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em
(Ante up!) Yap that fool!
Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels
(Ante up!) What? My whole family nuts
Run in your stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young Buck got struck with the gun-butt
For tryna tuck your 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., nigga, thirsty, thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' the game
Motherfucker, you're lame and your chain hollow
Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, flash the TEC
Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen, it's Lil' Fame, right
With that Brownsville mentality, say hi!
Ayo, I'm bangin' out of Copper Top City with a whole empire
A clip full of blue tips and a hand full of fire
Eat the dirt, nigga, it's work
I put in work until it hurt, nigga, step
Easy out the truck, punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'
I'ma bang 'til the springs in this thang start squeakin'
Die, nigga, sucka, boom, bang, bang
Aight, motherfucker, 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'
Go and get up off them goddamn diamonds
(Ante up!) Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em
Yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em, yap 'em
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