Things We Be Doin’ for Money Part 2

Lyrics

[Verse: Busta Rhymes & Rampage] Yo, it's 3:25 in the mornin' My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said, beeper goes off Five hundred, yo, 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 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, 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 moms I got to go I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo' Driving 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 violatin', leave you lost, you never be found Number whatever on missin' persons Any minute them niggas gon' feel the full blast of my squad's gats burstin' 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 seein' Bust in a 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 Looking 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, Bust give me 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, Bust, hit the dirt lay flat 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 bustin' Shit ain't goin' according to plan Goddamn, my shit jam Nigga standin' right behind me Think I'm caught up on a creep I think I need to pray to Lord, my soul to keep This nigga 'bout to fry my head My crew burst into a rage Spliff lifted this nigga, puttin' two inside his rib cage 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 end, it 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 [Outro: Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation] (Things we be doin' for money) Livin' in the street and you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow (Things we be doin' for money) Livin' in the street and you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow (Things we be doin' for money) Livin' in the street and you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow (Things we be doin' for money) [Skit] [Busta Rhymes] Huhh! What the fuck? Fuck I'm dreamin' about, man? Shit is crazy! I gotta call this nigga Ramp'. Word is bond [*Dials number*] I just hope this nigga in the fuckin' crib... [*Phone rings*] The fuck this nigga at, man? I hope this nigga pick up the phone, ayo- Pick up the phone, son! [Rampage] Hello? [Busta Rhymes] Yo, ayo Ramp' [Rampage] Yo? [Busta Rhymes] What up nigga, this Bust! Son, I just had the wild dream, son, niggas was on some mo' starvin' shit! Crazy, son, niggas, niggas was on some shit like, runnin' around, robbin' niggas on some crazy killer shit, like we ain't got no head, son! I don't understand, nigga must be losin' his fuckin' mind, God! [Rampage] Bus'... Yo Bus'? [Busta Rhymes] What, nigga? [Rampage] It's 3:25 in the morning, God [Busta Rhymes] I'm sayin', God, this shi-, this shit is cra- [Rampage] Yo, ayo, it ain't no motherfuckin' show, you ain't no pussy, yo we gotta be in the studio for 9 o'clock. Yo, God, please don't call my crib, God! Oh God, yo, yo, we ain't on it like that, dog. You ain't on it like that's the fuckin' buggin'' out, God, it's 3:25 in the morning', God. Yo, if you call my crib again, God, I'ma bust yo' shit, God, word up! [Busta Rhymes] Nigga, fuck you, nigga! [Rampage] I'ma try and get my ass back to sleep, God, don't call me, no more, God [Busta Rhymes] Yo, fuck you [Rampage] Or we'll have fuckin' beef, God, peace [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, aight, yeah, aight nigga, peace [Rampage] I'm gone... [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, aight [*Hangs up, slams phone down*]