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'mma 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 Wet 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! He 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