Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1 , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 13.07.2009
Song language: English
Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1 |
| 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 maximise 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 streetcorner, |
| We suprise 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 moulding, |
| And as the situation start unfolding, |
| You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead, |
| Report it stolen, see what happen… |
| (Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.) |
| Cocks drwan 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, |
| What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed, |
| Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead, |
| 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 blidded, |
| 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… |