M.O.P. feat. Busta Rhymes - Ante Up; кач:D | Текст песни

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• M.O.P. feat. Busta Rhymes
• Ante Up; кач:D

Attention please, attention please!!
This sh*t here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
Motherf*cker! 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 f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds 'til them niggaz'll 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 motherf*cker we don't play with that sh*t
And if you want your sh*t back you had to pay for that sh*t
You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin' your whole sh*t 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 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 your show money (oh) take your 'dro money (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
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 motherf*ckers 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 (huh)

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 (huh)
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
F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels
Ante up

What? My whole family nuts
Run up 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 with a death wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist
Ante up
Show no mercy, BK, nigga, thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin'
The game motherf*cker you lame and your 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
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city, with 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, 'fore I leave your ass leakin'
I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin'
Die c*cksucker, boom bap boom bap
Alright motherf*cker, 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 God damn diamonds (huh)
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)

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