Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 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… |