Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Anthony Hamilton, The Chosen Generation - 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 Bus-a-Bus
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 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', 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

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