[Busta Ryhmes:]

Attention please, attention please!!

This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!

Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! 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 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 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!

(BLUNT BLUNT) 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



[Remi 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

[brief sample of "It's So Hard"]

Wish I could bring Pun back

(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!

[beat returns to "Ante Up"]

(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

Remi want them God damn 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 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)



[M.O.P.:] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!

[Teph':] Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!

[M.O.P.:] ANTE UP!!



[Tephlon:]

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 guestlist



[M.O.P.:] ANTE UP!!



[Lil' Fame:]

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) 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 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 cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP

Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?



[Chorus]