*featuring Rampage, Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen G
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[Rampage]:
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Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning
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My baby mom still yawning
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Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
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'Nuf said, beeper goes off
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Five hundred, it's Busta Bust
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In God We Trust another one bites the dust
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[Busta]:
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Hey Ramp, fuck that!
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I was 'bout to see this cat
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Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
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Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
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The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
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Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react
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Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
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Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
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I'll be there in twenty minutes
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Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
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I'm there quick
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I tell my baby mom I got's to go
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I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
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Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war
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Still on the run
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Always running for cover when its necessary
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I'm out numbered for now
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But all that shit is temporary
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Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
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If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found
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Number whatever on missing persons
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Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting
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I through the tri-borough bridge
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In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
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I'ma second from the spot
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I cross the street from the parking lot
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My trigger finger is hot
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I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth
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Niggas on the roofs
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Spiff Star is in the range
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The atmosphere change
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Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones
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Now we 'bout to have mad fun
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Me and the whole squad meet up,
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Know shit about to heat up
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Went the whole entire street up
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Blast from the car seat-er
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My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you
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I see you, hunting me down
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I knowing that my crew arrive
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We gon' see who be the last alive
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While we creep all over the place
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Looking for space
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In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face
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As my squad hold they post down
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We patiently waiting for them to pass through
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Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew
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Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue
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I'm here for you, close to you
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Blood in and blood out
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We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out
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Guns is just spraying out
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Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat
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You my nigga to the end I gotcha back
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Turn around quick
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Oh shit!
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You started blasting, grazed me on the hip
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Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga
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Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting
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Shit ain't going according to plan
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Goddamn, my shit jam
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Nigga standing right behind me
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I think I'm caught up on a creep
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I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
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Dis nigga about to fry my head
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My crew burst into a rage
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Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
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Yo, Rampage
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Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
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We dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody
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So much drama over this fucking money
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The way this situation end it wasn't even funny
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Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry
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But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a hurry
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Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene ugly
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[Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]:
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Things we be doin' for money
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Livin' in the street when you're hungry
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The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
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Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
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Things we be doin' for money
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Livin' in the street when you're hungry
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The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
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Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
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Things we be doin' for money
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Livin' in the street when you're hungry
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The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
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Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
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Things We Be Doin' For Money (Part Two)
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| Busta Rhymes |
