Ante Up Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes, Teflon & Remi Martin) (Remix)

Attention please, attention please!!
This shit 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 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!
(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker 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 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!) 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 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 (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
ANTE UP!!
Show no mercy; B.K., 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 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 motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?