[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 machin