Busta Rhymes Featuring Rampage Anthony Hamilton The Chosen Generation Things We Be Doin` For Money (part 2) Lyrics

Things We Be Doin` For Money (part 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, 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