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[rampage]:Yo, it's 3:25 in the morningMy baby mom still yawningKiss my little daughter on the forehead'nuf said, beeper goes offFive hundred, it's busta bustIn God we trust another one bites the dust[busta]:Hey ramp, f**k 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 flatAeiyo, bust, chill, calm downI'll be there in twenty minutesUptown 1-51 at st. nickI'm there quickI tell my baby mom I got's to goI 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 it's necessaryI'm out numbered for nowBut all that shit is temporaryF**k 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 burstingI through the tri-borough bridgeIn my fat land with my two nines and my mansI'ma second from the spotI cross the street from the parking lotMy trigger finger is hotI'm seeing bust in a phone boothNiggas on the roofsSpiff star is in the rangeThe atmosphere changeLord'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 upWent the whole entire street upBlast from the car seat-erMy enemies wouldn't even wanna be youI see you, hunting me downI knowing that my crew arrive[Things We Be Doin' for Money lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]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 crewAeiyo, bust give me the queueI'm here for you, close to youBlood in and blood outWe goin' all out, bullets just ringing outGuns is just spraying outYo bust, hit the dirt layflatYou my nigga to the end I gotcha backTurn 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, rampageAeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbingWe dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloodySo much drama over this f**king moneyThe way this situation end it wasn't even funnyTrying to rob this nigga because I was f**king hungryBut if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a hurryMe and my squad bounce and left the f**king 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