Things We Be Doin` For Money Part 2 Lyrics

Things We Be Doin` For Money Part 2 lyrics

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



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 to war



Still on the run, always running for cover when it's 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', we'll leave you lost, you'll never be found

Number whatever on missing persons

Any minute them niggas gon' feel

The full blast of my squads gats bursting



I through the Tri-Borough Bridge

In my fat land with my two nines and my mans

I'm a 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 seater

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 ringin' out

Guns is just springin' out

Yo Bust, hit the dirt lay flat

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

God damn, my shit jam

Nigga standing right behind me

I think I'm caught up on a creep



I think I need to pray 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 catch

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



(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

(Things we be doin' for money)



{What the fuck, fuck I'm, dreamin' about man?

This shit is crazy

I gotta call this nigga, where, where

I gotta call this fuckin' crib

Where the fuck this nigga at man?

Hope this nigga pick up the phone

Pick up the phone son}



{Yo, aiyo, Ramp

Whattup nigga? This is Bust

Son I just had the wild dream son

Niggas is all the most starving shit

Crazy sons, niggas, niggas, is also doin' shit like

Run into rail-robbin', niggas doin' some crazy killa shit like

We ain't got no head son, I don't understand}



{Nigga must be lootin' the fuckin' mind, God

What nigga? I'm saying God, this shit

This shit ain't good

[Incomprehensible]

Nigga fuck you, nigga, fuck you

Yeah aight, yeah aight, nigga, please, yeah aight}