Attention please, attention please
This sh** here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
Motherf**er, 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 bu*t that fool
When I co*k that tool, n***a run your damn j**els
'Fore we f** around and lay you up in your own blood pool, n***a
Hunt you down n***a, run your a** down
Unleash the hounds till them n***az will gun your a** down
(Stop it)
You frontin' like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a n***a left on your a**
My n***az think lopsided, bust they gat cross sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along side it
(Buck, buck)
See motherf**er we don't play with that sh**
And if you want your sh** back you had to pay for that sh**
You little costume n***az, Romper-Room n***az
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon n***az
We takin' your whole sh** while we pa** through
Even the shirt off your back, n***a run that too
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalate
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, take your 'dro money
(Oh, 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
(Blaow)
b**h, run that
(Blaow)
b**h, run that
(Blaow)
b**h, run that
So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherf**ers where the guns at
Ante up, yo yap that b**h
She try to spaz out then smack that b**h
Hoe you don't be rhymin', you still memorizin'
Remy want them goddamn diamonds
(Uh)
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
(Uh)
Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
(Get him, hit him)
Yap him, yap him
(Zap him, zap him)
Ante up, yap that fool
f** hip hop, rip pockets
Snatch j**els
Ante up
What? My whole family s**
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip bu*t-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun bu*t
(For what?)
For tryin' to tuck the necklace
I'm young hungry armed and reckless
On the streets with a d**h wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guest list
Ante up
Show no mercy B.K., n***a, thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin'
the game motherf**er you lame and your chain hollow
Hit him, hit him, flash the tech
(Hit him)
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 copper top city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of Fiyahh
Eat deep dirt n***a
(Yep)
It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt n***a
(Step)
Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your a** leakin'
I'ma bang till the springs in this thang start squeakin'
Die co*ks**er, boom BAP boom BAP
Aight motherf**er, 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 goddamn diamonds
(Uh)
Ante up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
(Get him, hit him)
Yap him, yap him
(Zap him, zap him)
Ante up, yap that fool
f** hip hop, rip pockets
Snatch j**els
Ante up