Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 2 (feat. Rampage, Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation)

Yo, it's 3:25 in the mornin'

My baby moms still yawnin', kiss my little daughter on the forehead

'Nough said, beeper goes off

Five hundred, yo, it's Bus-a-Bus, in God we trust

Another one bites the dust

Yo, 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, Bus, chill, calm down, I'll be there in twenty minutes

Uptown, 151 to St. Nick

I'm there quick, I told my baby moms I got to go

I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'

Drivin' 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 violate, we'll leave you lost, you'll never be found

Number whatever on missin' persons

In a minute them niggas gon' feel the

Full blast of my squad gats burstin'

I'm through the Tri-Borough Bridge in my fat Lands

With my two nines and my mans, I'm a second from the spot

Across the street from the parkin' lot, my trigger finger is hot

I'm seein' Bus in the 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, lookin' 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, Bus, gimme 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, Bus, hit the dirt, lay flat

You my nigga 'til the end, I got your back, turn around quick

Oh shit, he started blastin', grazed me on the hip

Lord have mercy, dumped five on a nigga, sunk his whole shit

His whole crew bustin', shit ain't goin' accordin' to plan

Goddamn, my shit jammed

Niggas standin' right behind me, think I'm caught up on a creep

I think I need to pray the Lord my soul to keep

This nigga 'bout to fly my head, crew burst into a rage

Spliff lifted this nigga, puttin' two inside his ribcage

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 ended 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

Things we be doin' for money

Livin' in the street and you're hungry

When you stop to live it ain't funny, no, no

Livin' day-to-day, we don't live for tomorrow

Things we be doin' for money

Livin' in the street and you're hungry

When you stop to live it ain't funny, no, no

Livin' day-to-day, we don't live for tomorrow

Things we be doin' for money

Livin' in the street and you're hungry

When you stop to live it ain't funny, no, no

Livin' day-to-day, we don't live for tomorrow

Things we be doin' for money