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Busta Rhymes

"Things We Be Doin’ For Money, Pt. 1"

Huh, yeah, f*ck that
n*ggas go out to get it
n*ggas is out there holding until I see n*ggas
n*ggas is out there holding
Starving n*gga, f*ck that, I'm a broke n*gga
And I gotta see any n*gga out here holding something
f*ck 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 n*ggas, get on some full clip bullsh*t
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 n*ggas like a homeless n*gga
The way it happened son, you'd never figure
How the homeless n*gga 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*tch, go ahead
Report it stolen, see what happen...

(Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.)

c*cks drwan n*gga, holding my di*k
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit
Open like a motherf*cker, itching and ready to do the next stick
Get any my n*gga Dit can pick
What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed
Getting paid for even if we robbing a f*cking 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
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 take it
Leaving n*ggas ass naked
Sometime I know it seems so shocking
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger c*cking
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, f*ck around
You feel the full five long
The victim contemplating what to do
Or how the f*ck top get out of the situation that he's going through
This n*gga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping
Bet y'all n*ggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened...

(Fades to Outro/Intro to Things We Be Doin' For Money - Part 2)

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