Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin' For Money, Pt. 2 lyrics

(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, f** that! I was 'bout to see this cat Some n***as 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 n***as tried to play me son, them n***as is wack Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react Call the whole squad, let's lay these n***as 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' n***as war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that sh** is temporary f** 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 pa** 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 n***a to the end I gotcha back Turn around quick Oh sh**! You started blasting, grazed me on the hip Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a n***a s** his whole sh**, his whole crew busting sh** ain't going according to plan Goddamn, my sh** jam n***a 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 n***a about to fry my head My crew burst into a rage Spliff lifted this n***a, putting two inside his rib cage Yo, Rampage Aeiyo, I see them n***as coming, now I'm dumbing We dead three n***as already the next two we leaving bloody So much drama over this f**ing money The way this situation end it wasn't even funny Trying to rob this n***a because I was f**ing hungry But if you try to test let's blast a n***a in a hurry Me and my squad bounce and left the f**ing 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