Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ante Up , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 07.06.2012
Song language: English
Ante Up |
| Lil Fame: |
| Take minks off! |
| Take things off! |
| Take chains off! |
| Take rings off! |
| Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! |
| (Ante Up!) Everything off! |
| Fool what you want? |
| We stiflin them fools |
| Fool what you want? |
| Your life or your jewels? |
| The rules, (back em down) next thing, (clap em down) |
| Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound! now, (now!) |
| Billy Danze: |
| Brownsville, home of the brave |
| Put in work in the street like a slave |
| Keep rugged dress code |
| Always in this stress mode |
| (That shit will send you to your grave) So? |
| You think I don’t know that? |
| (BLOW!) |
| Nigga hold that! |
| (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! |
| (BLOW!) Nigga hold that! |
| From the street cousin, you know the drill |
| I’m 900 and 99 thou short of a mill |
| Chorus: |
| Ante Up! |
| Yap that fool! |
| Ante Up! |
| Kidnap that fool! |
| It’s the perfect timin, you see the man shinin |
| Get up of 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!) |
| Lil Fame: |
| Them thugs you know, ain’t friendly |
| Them jewels you rock, make em envy |
| You thinkin it’s all good, you creep through a small hood |
| Goons comin up outta cut for your goods and they all should |
| Ante Up! |
| Yap that fool |
| You want big money, kidnap that fool! |
| If you up in the club, back at your pis-tal money |
| Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal Money |
| Billy Danze: |
| The '87 stick up kids, (what you niggas sayin?) |
| Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain’t playin |
| It’s fash that thang time, (bang) bang time |
| Ante Up! |
| Nigga, it’s game time |
| Hand over the ring, take over the chain |
| Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain |
| Stop playin these childish games with me |
| Represtentin 1−7-1−8, dangerously, nigga |
| Chorus |
| Lil Fame: |
| I’m a street regulator, true playa hater |
| Get back doen make yo' ass a mack spraya hater |
| Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed |
| Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials |
| Code of the streets, owners who creep |
| Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat |
| Put holes in your jeep, respect mine we streets |
| It’s the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!) |
| Billy Danze: |
| Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance |
| Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the room, he said he was strong |
| I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along |
| (So?) Fuck you Your Honor! |
| Check my persona! |
| I’m strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana! |
| I’ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept |
| (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord! |
| Chorus |
| Outro: |
| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… |
| The fuck, the fuck, the fuck… |
| Nigga! |
| What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck… |
| Ha, what |
| First Family, First Family… |
| Brooklyn… |
| Yeah! |