Текст песни Busta Rhymes f A. Hamilton, Rampage, The - Things We Be Doin` For Money (Part Two)
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[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 catSome niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the backTried to put it on me while we fighting over the gatThe way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wackAeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it`s only right to reactCall 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 warStill on the runAlways running for cover when its necessaryI`m out numbered for nowBut all that shit is temporaryFuck with the wrong clik, the way we get downIf your violatin`, leavin you lost, you never be foundNumber whatever on missing personsAny 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 onesNow we `bout to have mad funMe and the whole squad meet up,Know shit about to heat up Went the whole entire street up Blast from the car seat-erMy enemies wouldn`t even wanna be youI see you, hunting me downI knowing that my crew arrive We gon` see who be the last aliveWhile we creep all over the placeLooking for spaceIn case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his faceAs my squad hold they post downWe patiently waiting for them to pass throughCarefully 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 quickOh shit!You started blasting, grazed me on the hipLord Have Mercy dumped five on a niggaSuck his whole shit, his whole crew bustingShit ain`t going according to planGoddamn, my shit jamNigga standing right behind meI think I`m caught up on a creepI think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keepDis nigga about to fry my headMy crew burst into a rageSpliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cageYo, Rampage Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I`m dumbing We dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloodySo much drama over this fucking moneyThe way this situation end it wasn`t even funnyTrying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungryBut if you try to test let`s blast a nigga in a hurryMe and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene ugly[Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]:Things we be doin` for moneyLivin` in the street when you`re hungryThe way you start to live it ain`t funny, no, noLiving day to day but don`t live for tomorrowThings we be doin` for moneyLivin` in the street when you`re hungryThe way you start to live it ain`t funny, no, noLiving day to day but don`t live for tomorrowThings we be doin` for moneyLivin` in the street when you`re hungryThe way you start to live it ain`t funny, no, noLiving day to day but don`t live for tomorrow