- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jamal Grinnage
- Darryl Pittman
- Eric Murry
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- party
- rap
- underground hip hop
 
- See also:
M.O.P. - Ante Up lyrics
(Featuring Busta Rhymes, Remy Martin & Tephlon)
 [Busta Rhymes] 
 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) 
 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) 
 [Busta Rhymes]
 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! 
 (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 
 [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 M.O.P. - Ante Up - http://motolyrics.com/mop/ante-up-lyrics.html
 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! 
 [Teflon] Fuck 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 
 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 
[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]















