[Busta Rhymes]
Attention please, attention please!!
This sh*t here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!
Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt
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 BLUNT BLUNT)
ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I c*ck that tool, n*gga run your damn jewels
'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, n*gga
Hunt you down n*gga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds 'til them n*ggas'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)
You frontin' like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a n*gga left on your ass!
My n*gga think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along-side it!
(BLUNT BLUNT) 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 n*ggas, Romper-Room n*ggas
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon n*ggas
We takin' your whole sh*t WHILE WE PASS THROUGH
Even the shirt off your back, n*ggA RUN THAT TOO
[Remy Martin]
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 (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)
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!) b*tch, run that!
(BLAOW!) b*tch, run that! (BLAOW!) b*tch, 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 b*tch
She try to spaz out then smack that b*tch
Ho you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'
Remy want them goddamn diamonds (HUH!!!)
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
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 (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)
[M.O.P.]
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
[Tef']
f*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!
[M.O.P.]
ANTE UP!!
[Teflon]
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 (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
[M.O.P.]
ANTE UP!!
[Lil' Fame]
Show no mercy; B.K., n*gga , 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
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!
Eat deep dirty n*gga (YEP)
It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt n*gga (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
A'ight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
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 (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)