Things We Be Doin' For Money (part Two) Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

[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]: 

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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 war 

Still on the run 

Always running for cover when its 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', leavin you lost, you never be found 

Number whatever on missing persons 

Any 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 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 seat-er 

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 ringing out 

Guns is just spraying out 

Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat 

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 

Goddamn, my shit jam 

Nigga standing right behind me 

I think I'm caught up on a creep 

I think I need to prayer 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 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 

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[Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]: 

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