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Things We Be Doin’ for Money, Part 2
Busta Rhymes feat. Rampage, Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation
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Yo, it's 3:25 in the mornin'
My baby moms still yawnin', kiss my little daughter on the forehead
'Nough said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, yo, it's Bus-a-Bus, in God we trust
Another one bites the dust
Yo, 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 fightin' over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me, son, them niggas is wack
Ayo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react (Uh)
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down face flat
Ayo, Bus, chill, calm down, I'll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown, 151 to St. Nick
I'm there quick, I told my baby moms I got to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Drivin' through South Shore, we takin' niggas to war
Still on the run, always run for cover when it's necessary
I'm out numbered for now, but all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clique, the way we get down
If you violate, we'll leave you lost, you'll never be found
Number whatever on missin' persons
In a minute them niggas gon' feel the
Full blast of my squad gats burstin'
I'm through the Tri-Borough Bridge in my fat Lands
With my two nines and my mans, I'm a second from the spot
Across the street from the parkin' lot, my trigger finger is hot
I'm seein' Bus in the phone booth, niggas on the roof
Spliff 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 huntin' me down not knowin' that my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last alive
While we creep all over the place, lookin' for space
In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face
As my squad hold they post down
We patiently layin' for them to pass through
Carefully timin' the way we put it on they whole crew
Ayo, Bus, gimme the cue, I'm here for you
Close to you, blood in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets just ringin' out
Guns is just sprayin' out, yo, Bus, hit the dirt, lay flat
You my nigga 'til the end, I got your back, turn around quick
Oh shit, he started blastin', grazed me on the hip
Lord have mercy, dumped five on a nigga, sunk his whole shit
His whole crew bustin', shit ain't goin' accordin' to plan
Goddamn, my shit jammed
Niggas standin' right behind me, think I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to pray the Lord my soul to keep
This nigga 'bout to fly my head, crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, puttin' two inside his ribcage
Yo, Rampage
Ayo, I see them niggas comin', now I'm dumbin'
We dead three niggas already, the next two we catch, we leavin' bloody
So much drama over this fuckin' money
The way the situation ended wasn't even funny
Tried to rob this nigga because I was fuckin' hungry
But if you try to test, we blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fuckin' scene ugly
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
When you stop to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day-to-day, we don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
When you stop to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day-to-day, we don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
When you stop to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day-to-day, we don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money