Текст (слова) песни: Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin for Money

[rampage]:

Yo, its 3:25 in the morning

My baby mom still yawning

Kiss my little daughter on the forehead

nuf said, beeper goes off

Five hundred, its 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 its only right to react

Call the whole squad, lets lay these niggas down - face flat

Aeiyo, bust, chill, calm down

Ill be there in twenty minutes

Uptown 1-51 at st. nick

Im there quick

I tell my baby mom I gots 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

Im 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

Ima second from the spot

I cross the street from the parking lot

My trigger finger is hot

Im seeing bust in a phone booth

Niggas on the roofs

Spiff star is in the range

The atmosphere change

Lords 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 wouldnt 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

Im 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 aint going according to plan

Goddamn, my shit jam

Nigga standing right behind me

I think Im 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 Im 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 wasnt even funny

Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry

But if you try to test lets 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 youre hungry

The way you start to live it aint funny, no, no

Living day to day but dont live for tomorrow

Things we be doin for money

Livin in the street when youre hungry

The way you start to live it aint funny, no, no

Living day to day but dont live for tomorrow

Things we be doin for money

Livin in the street when youre hungry

The way you start to live it aint funny, no, no

Living day to day but dont live for tomorrow

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin for Money [rampage]: Yo, its 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead nuf said, beeper goes off Five hundred, its 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 its only right to react Call the whole squad, lets lay these niggas down - face flat Aeiyo, bust, chill, calm down Ill be there in twenty minutes Uptown 1-51 at st. nick Im there quick I tell my baby mom I gots 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 Im 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 Ima second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger finger is hot Im seeing bust in a phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff star is in the range The atmosphere change Lords 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 wouldnt 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 Im 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 aint going according to plan Goddamn, my shit jam Nigga standing right behind me I think Im 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 Im 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 wasnt even funny Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry But if you try to test lets 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 youre hungry The way you start to live it aint funny, no, no Living day to day but dont live for tomorrow Things we be doin for money Livin in the street when youre hungry The way you start to live it aint funny, no, no Living day to day but dont live for tomorrow Things we be doin for money Livin in the street when youre hungry The way you start to live it aint funny, no, no Living day to day but dont live for tomorrow Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Things We Be Doin for Money: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/14915.html Все тексты песен: Busta Rhymes » Busta Rhymes - Understanding the Inner Mind`s Eye » Busta Rhymes - Cha Cha Cha » Busta Rhymes - Do My Thing » Busta Rhymes - Why We Die » Busta Rhymes - Bladow!! » Busta Rhymes - Teachers, Don`t Teach Us Nonsense! » Busta Rhymes - Gimme Some More » Busta Rhymes - What`s The Pinocchio`s Theory? » Busta Rhymes - Anarchy » Busta Rhymes - Bad Dreams » Busta Rhymes - The International Zone Coaster » Busta Rhymes - Where You Think You Goin` » Busta Rhymes - Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude) » Busta Rhymes - Make it Hurt » Busta Rhymes - Keepin It Tight » Busta Rhymes - Dangerous 12" » Busta Rhymes - Hit em High » Busta Rhymes - The Body Rock » Busta Rhymes - Understanding The Inner Minds Eye » Busta Rhymes - Do My Thing Рекомендуем скачать: » Дима Билан - Ночь без тебя » Дюмин Александр - Сказочная беседка » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - Четыре окна » Динамит - Белый снег » Денис Курышев - Про Ивана » Дети Пикассо - Времени нет » Дмитрий Тарасов - Атаман » Дмитрий Воронков - Письмо » Давид Тухманов - Н.Л.О. » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - Мы из Уфы » Дмитрий Гагуа - Полдень » Дмитрий Дугинов - Одна... » Демидыч - Земляничные поляны » Дальний свет - Повороты » Денис Рыжов - Про поэтов » Дмитрий Шульпов - Смотри – сколько песен не спето... » Дискотека Авария - Пиво (пей пиво) » Дмитрий Воронков - Когда разжегся в лоне жар земной... » Дмитрий Воронков - В неизменном классическом стиле... » Дмитрий Воронков - У подружки красивый жених...
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