Things We Be Doin' For Money (Part Two)

[Rampage]:

Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning

My baby mom still yawning

Kiss my little daughter on the forehead

'Nuf said, beeper goes off

Five hundred, it's Busta Bust

In God We Trust another one bites the dust

[Busta]:

Hey Ramp, fuck that!

I was 'bout to see this cat

Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back

Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat

The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack

Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react

Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat

Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down

I'll be there in twenty minutes

Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick

I'm there quick

I tell my baby mom I got's to go

I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'

Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war

Still on the run

Always running for cover when its necessary

I'm out numbered for now

But all that shit is temporary

Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down

If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found

Number whatever on missing persons

Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting

I through the tri-borough bridge

In my fat land with my two nines and my mans

I'ma second from the spot

I cross the street from the parking lot

My trigger finger is hot

I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth

Niggas on the roofs

Spiff Star is in the range

The atmosphere change

Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones

Now we 'bout to have mad fun

Me and the whole squad meet up,

Know shit about to heat up

Went the whole entire street up

Blast from the car seat-er

My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you

I see you, hunting me down

I knowing that my crew arrive

We gon' see who be the last alive

While we creep all over the place

Looking for space

In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face

As my squad hold they post down

We patiently waiting for them to pass through

Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew

Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue

I'm here for you, close to you

Blood in and blood out

We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out

Guns is just spraying out

Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat

You my nigga to the end I gotcha back

Turn around quick

Oh shit!

You started blasting, grazed me on the hip

Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga

Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting

Shit ain't going according to plan

Goddamn, my shit jam

Nigga standing right behind me

I think I'm caught up on a creep

I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep

Dis nigga about to fry my head

My crew burst into a rage

Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage

Yo, Rampage

Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing

We dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody

So much drama over this fucking money

The way this situation end it wasn't even funny

Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry

But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a hurry

Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene ugly

[Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]:

Things we be doin' for money

Livin' in the street when you're hungry

The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no

Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow

Things we be doin' for money

Livin' in the street when you're hungry

The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no

Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow

Things we be doin' for money

Livin' in the street when you're hungry

The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no

Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow