[Verse: Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
Yo, it's 3:25 in the mornin'
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
'Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, yo, it's Bus-a-Bus
In God We Trust, another one bites the dust
Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some n***as pulled up in a black suburban, jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fightin' over the gat
The way them n***as tried to play me son, them n***as is wack
Ayo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react (Uh)
Call the whole squad, let's lay these n***as down, face flat
Ayo, 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 moms I got to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South Shore, we takin' n***as to war
Still on the run
Always run for cover when it's necessary
I'm out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clique, the way we get down
If you violatin', leave you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missin' persons
Any minute them n***as gon' feel the full blast of my squad's gats burstin'
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat Land with my two nines and my mans
I'm a second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I'm seein' Bust in a phone booth
N***as on the roof
Spliff 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
Wet the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you
I see you, huntin' me down
Not knowin' 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 layin' for them to pass through
Carefully timin' the way we put it on they whole crew
Ayo, Bust give me the cue
I'm here for you, close to you
Blood in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets just ringin' out
Guns is just sprayin' out
Yo, Bust, hit the dirt lay flat
You my n***a to the end I gotcha back
Turn around quick
Oh shit!
He started blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a n***a
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew bustin'
Shit ain't goin' according to plan
Goddamn, my shit jam
N***a standin' right behind me
Think I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to pray to Lord, my soul to keep
This n***a 'bout to fry my head
My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this n***a, puttin' two inside his rib cage
Yo, Rampage
Ayo, I see them n***as comin', now I'm dumbin'
We dead three n***as already the next two we catch we leavin' bloody
So much drama over this fuckin' money
The way the situation end, it wasn't even funny
Tried to rob this n***a because I was fuckin' hungry
But if you try to test, we blast a n***a in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fuckin' scene ugly
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]
(Things we be doin' for money)
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow
(Things we be doin' for money)
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow
(Things we be doin' for money)
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow
(Things we be doin' for money)

[Skit]

[Busta Rhymes]
Huhh! What the fuck? Fuck I'm dreamin' about, man?
Shit is crazy! I gotta call this n***a Ramp'. Word is bond
[*Dials number*] I just hope this n***a in the fuckin' crib...
[*Phone rings*] The fuck this n***a at, man? I hope this n***a pick up the phone, ayo-
Pick up the phone, son!

[Rampage]
Hello?
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, ayo Ramp'

[Rampage]
Yo?

[Busta Rhymes]
What up n***a, this Bust! Son, I just had the wild dream, son, n***as was on some mo' starvin' shit! Crazy, son, n***as, n***as was on some shit like, runnin' around, robbin' n***as on some crazy killer shit, like we ain't got no head, son! I don't understand, n***a must be losin' his fuckin' mind, God!

[Rampage]
Bus'... Yo Bus'?

[Busta Rhymes]
What, n***a?

[Rampage]
It's 3:25 in the morning, God

[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin', God, this shi-, this shit is cra-

[Rampage]
Yo, ayo, it ain't no motherfuckin' show, you ain't no pussy, yo we gotta be in the studio for 9 o'clock. Yo, God, please don't call my crib, God! Oh God, yo, yo, we ain't on it like that, dog. You ain't on it like that's the fuckin' buggin'' out, God, it's 3:25 in the morning', God. Yo, if you call my crib again, God, I'ma bust yo' shit, God, word up!

[Busta Rhymes]
N***a, fuck you, n***a!
[Rampage]
I'ma try and get my ass back to sleep, God, don't call me, no more, God

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, fuck you

[Rampage]
Or we'll have fuckin' beef, God, peace

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, aight, yeah, aight n***a, peace

[Rampage]
I'm gone...

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, aight [*Hangs up, slams phone down*]