[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 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      [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