Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin' for Money, Part 1 lyrics

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 surprise 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 last fit
Open like a motherfucker
Itching and ready to do the next stick
Get anybody my nigga take your pick
What you said I said even
If it causing bloodshed
We getting paper 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