Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 2 , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 2 |
| 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 |
| 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 to 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', we’ll leave you lost, you’ll never be found |
| Number whatever on missing persons |
| Any minute them niggas gon' feel |
| The full blast of my squads gats bursting |
| 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 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 |
| Went the whole entire street up |
| Blast from the car seater |
| 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 ringin' out |
| Guns is just springin' out |
| Yo Bust, hit the dirt lay flat |
| You my nigga to the end I gotcha back |
| Turn around quick |
| Oh shit! |
| You 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 |
| God damn, my shit jam |
| Nigga standing right behind me |
| I think I’m caught up on a creep |
| I think I need to pray 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 catch |
| 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 |
| (Things we be doin' for money) |
| {What the fuck, fuck I’m, dreamin' about man? |
| This shit is crazy |
| I gotta call this nigga, where, where |
| I gotta call this fuckin' crib |
| Where the fuck this nigga at man? |
| Hope this nigga pick up the phone |
| Pick up the phone son} |
| {Yo, aiyo, Ramp |
| Whattup nigga? |
| This is Bust |
| Son I just had the wild dream son |
| Niggas is all the most starving shit |
| Crazy sons, niggas, niggas, is also doin' shit like |
| Run into rail-robbin', niggas doin' some crazy killa shit like |
| We ain’t got no head son, I don’t understand} |
| {Nigga must be lootin' the fuckin' mind, God |
| What nigga? |
| I’m saying God, this shit |
| This shit ain’t good |
| Nigga fuck you, nigga, fuck you |
| Yeah aight, yeah aight, nigga, please, yeah aight} |