Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 (Explicit)

Things We Be Doing For Money Pt 1 - Busta Rhymes

Huh yeah f**k that

Niggas go out to get it

Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas

Niggas is out there holding

Starving ni**a f**k that I'm a broke ni**a

And I gotta see any ni**a out here holding something

F**k 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 sh*t so I can receive another grand prize

Greeting niggas like a homeless ni**a

The way it happened son you'd never figure

How the homeless ni**a 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 b**ch go ahead

Report it stolen see what happen

Cocks drawn ni**a holding my dick

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

Open like a motherf**ker itching and ready to do the next stick

Get anybody my ni**a Dit can pick

What you said I said even if it 'causing bloodshed

We getting paid for even if we robbing a f**king chickenhead

Word to mother son I ain't fronting

I'm taking everything I been always wanting

So I continue to peep out the ni**a 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 sh*t test your life sh*t

Or even stab you on some knife sh*t

Fake it if you wanna fake it if I see it then I want it

Then I'll take it leaving niggas a** 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

Then I dare you even to flinch wrong f**k around

You feel the full five long

The victim contemplating what to do

Or how the f**k top get out of the situation that he's going through

This ni**a tried to grab the gat you know I started clapping

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