Ante Up [remix] - Busta Rhymes Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

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, 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 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 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 motherfucker we don't play with that shit 

And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit 

You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz 

Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz 

We takin' your whole shit while we pass through 

Even the shirt off your back, nigga 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) 

Bitch, run that 

(Blaow) 

Bitch, run that 

(Blaow) 

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 

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, yap him 

(Zap him, zap him) 

Ante up, yap that fool 

Fuck hip hop, rip pockets 

Snatch jewels 

Ante up 

What? My whole family suck 

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., nigga, thirsty thirsty 

We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' 

the game motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow 

Hit him, hit him, flash the tech 

(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 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 nigga 

(Yep) 

It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga 

(Step) 

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

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

Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP 

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' 

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, yap him 

(Zap him, zap him) 

Ante up, yap that fool 

Fuck hip hop, rip pockets 

Snatch jewels 

Ante up