(feat. Rampage, Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen G)    [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