Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1 Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Huh, yeah, fuck that 

Niggas go out to get it 

Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas 

Niggas is out there holding 

Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga 

And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something 

Fuck that 

Everyday, me and my son stay scheming 

On how to maximize the level on day to day creaming 

While you remain faking 

Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking 

We on the move to study paper-making 

Round up the whole squad quick 

Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit 

Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner 

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We surprise like fiends in disguise 

Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize 

Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga 

The way it happened son, you'd never figure 

How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger 

Now give me everything you walking with 

And everything your man is holding 

Even the watch that got the platinum molding 

And as the situation start unfolding 

You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead 

Report it stolen, see what happen 

Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick 

Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit 

Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick 

Get any my nigga dit can pick 

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What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed 

Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chicken head 

Word to mother son, I ain't fronting 

I'm taking everything I been always wanting 

So I continue to peep out 

In the jam will be the most blinded 

Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar 

With they money and buy drinks with it 

I stay on some real trife shit 

Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit 

Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it 

Then I want it, then I take it 

Leaving niggas ass naked 

Sometime I know it seems so shocking 

How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds 

Of a trigger cocking 

All in your ears, cold steel all against your face 

I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace 

And if you thinking that's strong 

I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around you feel the full five long 

The victim contemplating what to do 

Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through 

This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping 

Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened