Ante Up
M.O.P. -- 10 Years And Gunnin Lyrics


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Where did all mutherfuckers go?

Attention please, attention please
This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
Motherfucker! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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 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 niggas'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 niggas think lopsided, bust, they got cross-sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along-side it
(Blunt blunt) see motherfucker we don't play for that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit
You little costume niggas, romper-room niggas
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas
We takin' your whole shit while we pass through
Even the shirt off your back, nigga run that too (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 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 goddamn 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 go 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
Fuck 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
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

Hey yo I'm firin' out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of fire
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?

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)

Hahahahaha
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, nigga
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck, huh? Uh




Mutherfucker
Yeah

Overall Meaning

"Ante Up" by M.O.P. is a hip-hop song showcasing the artists' bravado in confronting and intimidating their opponents. The chorus features the lines "Ante up" and "Yap that fool," which encourage listeners to raise the stakes and take action. The song's intro sets the tone, with a sense of chaos and urgency conveyed through the repeating "oh" sounds and Busta Rhymes' aggressive energy. The rapped verses boast about the rappers' ability to rob and rough up those who cross them, flexing their power and toughness. The song's use of slang and strong language adds to its gritty, streetwise feel.


Line by Line Meaning

Where did all mutherfuckers go?
I'm just wondering where all these people have disappeared to


Attention please, attention please
I need everyone's attention for what I'm about to say


This shit here feels like a whole entire world collapsed
This situation is so intense that it feels like the entire world has come crashing down


Motherfucker! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is a chant of aggression and defiance against anyone who tries to stand in our way


Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah
I'm agreeing or affirming what was just said or done


Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
I'm excited about something and showing my enthusiasm with multiple 'yeahs'


Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt
We're smoking a lot of marijuana and passing the blunt around


Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. Now
Busta Rhymes is here along with M.O.P. (Mash Out Posse)


What you want now? (What you want now?) (What you want want want want want want blunt blunt)
What do you want? (What do you want now?) I'm assuming you want to smoke this blunt with us


Ante up! No, cut that fool
We're raising the stakes and demanding that everyone puts more money into the pot. If anyone doesn't want to, we'll cut them off


They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
If anyone tries to act foolish, we'll hit them with the butt of our gun


When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
If we pull out our gun, better hand over your jewelry before we take it by force


'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
If you resist or try to fight back, we won't hesitate to spill your blood and leave you lying in a pool of it


Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down Unleash the hounds 'til them niggas'll gun your ass down (stop it)
We'll track you down and chase you until we catch you. If you try to resist, we'll shoot you down. Stop acting like you're tough


You frontin' like this was a thing of the past With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass
You're trying to act tough despite what happened to you in the past. However, we can clearly see the scars that were left on your body


My niggas think lopsided, bust, they got cross-sided In the subways they rob trains runnin' along-side it
My friends are a bit crazy and unbalanced, but they're still effective at stealing. They even rob trains while standing next to them in the subway


(Blunt blunt) see motherfucker we don't play for that shit And if you want your shit back you had to pay for that shit
We're serious about our weed and won't let anyone take it for free. If you want it back, you'd better be ready to pay us


You little costume niggas, romper-room niggas Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggas
You guys are like children playing dress-up, but we'll still come after you whether it's daytime or nighttime


We takin' your whole shit while we pass through Even the shirt off your back, nigga run that too (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We'll take everything you have as we move through the area. We'll even strip you down to your shirt if we have to


I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
If we catch you backstage, you'd better give us the keys to your fancy car. And what's with those expensive sunglasses? Take them off


I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
I'll have my friends from the streets take care of you in a violent, brutal way. It doesn't matter what the weather is like, we'll be wearing ski-masks


I take your show money (ohh) take your 'dro money (ohh) Yo yap that fool, 'cause I don't know money
I'll take your money from your live performances as well as the money you make from selling weed. And if you don't have any money, I'll still make you pay up


For my peeps that hate slow money, I put them in the industry So they can come and take all your money
I have friends who can't stand making money slowly, so I put them in the entertainment industry. They'll come after you and take all of your money


Wish I could bring pun back (Blaow!) bitch, run that! (Blaow!) bitch, run that! (Blaow!) bitch, run that
I wish I could bring Big Punisher (a rapper who died in 2000) back to life. He would have been able to make people give us their money even faster. In the meantime, though, give us your money now


So keep actin' like you don't know where the funds at And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
If you keep acting like you don't know where the money is, I'll show you where the guns are instead


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 goddamn diamonds (huh)
We're demanding that this woman contributes to the pot as well. If she tries to resist or act up, we'll hit her. And don't try to rap, you're just memorizing someone else's work. We want those diamonds too


Ante up! Yap that fool Ante up! Kidnap that fool It's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin' Get up off them go damn diamonds (huh!)
We're raising the stakes once again, demanding that this person pays up. And if they won't, we'll just kidnap them. It's a good time to do this because they're flaunting their wealth with their shiny jewelry


Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him Yap him (zap him) yap him (zap him)
We're encouraging each other to attack and beat someone up. We might even have to use a stun gun (yap him) to get what we want


Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels Ante up
We don't care about hip-hop or its culture. We're just here to steal money and jewelry. Ante up, put more money in the pot


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
My entire family is crazy and we'll do whatever it takes to get what we want. We'll even storm into your safe house and hold your grandmother hostage. And if you try to hide your jewelry on your body, we'll hit you with a gun


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!
I'm young and reckless, willing to take risks and do whatever it takes to get ahead. So if you see me coming, don't try to hide. Just put more money in the pot


Show no mercy, B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty We bang hollows, you misrepresentin' The game motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow
We won't show any mercy to anyone who tries to challenge us. We're from Brooklyn and we're always hungry for more. If your gun can't leave holes in people, it's useless


Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
We're ready to attack someone and use our gun. We'll even stun them with our gun (yap your chain) and break their glasses (smash the lens)


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 fire
My name is Lil' Fame and I'm from Brownsville, a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn. I'm even willing to take over in Shanghai. I've got a lot of firepower with me as well


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'
We'll make you suffer (eat deep dirt) and I'll work myself to exhaustion to get what I want. I won't hesitate to shoot you from my car before driving away. I'll keep shooting until my gun can't shoot anymore (til the springs start squeaking)


Die cocksucker, boom bap boom bap Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?
We're going to kill this person while also playing some aggressive, boom-bap-style hip-hop music. We're asking what's wrong with them for trying to resist


Get up off them god damn diamonds (huh!) Hahahahaha What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, nigga What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck What the fuck, what the fuck, huh? Uh Mutherfucker Yeah
We're laughing and celebrating after taking what we wanted. We're also cursing and expressing our excitement with a bunch of 'what the fuck's' and 'yeah's'. We're feeling like badasses




Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Spirit Music Group
Written by: DARRYL PITTMAN, ERIC MURRAY, JEMAL GERARD GRINNAGE, LINWOOD K. STARLING, TREVEOR SMITH

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

LucaBrasi

You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down
Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds
M.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?
Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem
Where the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?
Fake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?
Funk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind
One!
Take minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)
Take chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)
Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!
(Ante up!) Everything off!
Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools
Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)
Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode
(That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?
You think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)
Nigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!
From the street, cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill
Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'
Get up off them goddamn diamonds!
(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!
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 the 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, I've got your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money
The '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)
Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'
It's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time
(Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, kick over the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these childish games with me
Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga
Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'
Get up off them goddamn diamonds!
(Ante up!) Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
Get him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him
And then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!
I'm a street regulator, true player hater
Get back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater
Things that we need; money, clothes, weed
Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E
Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance
'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?
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 strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)
'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord
Yap that fool!
(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'
Go and get them goddamn diamonds!
(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! Yap him!
Hahahahahahaha, fuck
Nigga!
What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck
(First Family, First Family, First Family)
Motherfucker!
Yeah!



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Ember Autumn

I can be tired as shit, and still jump up and dance when this comes on

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Andrew Bochicchio

My 76 year old moms theme song.. she hates the song at this point but she told off the most abusive person I've ever heard anyone working for... And now every time I see her she gets this

Blu Gamble

The only song that can make a tired 90 year old get up and dance

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