Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 - Busta Rhymes

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.)

Cocks drwan n_gga, holding my d_ck,
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 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, 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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