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

Huh, yeah, f** that, n***as go out to get it, n***as is out there holding until I see n***as, n***as is out there holding, Starving n***a, f** that, I'm a broke n***a, And I gotta see any n***a out here holding something, f** 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***as, get on some full clip bullsh**, Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner, We suprise like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right sh** so I can receive another grand prize, Greeting n***as like a homeless n***a, The way it happened son, you'd never figure, How the homeless n***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 d**h you little b**h, go ahead, Report it stolen, see what happen... (Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed gla** etc.) co*ks drwan n***a, holding my dick, Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit, Open like a motherf**er, itching and ready to do the next stick, Get any my n***a Dit can pick, What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed, Getting paid for even if we robbing a f**ing 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 sh**, test your life sh** or even stab you on some knife sh**, Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it, Leaving n***as a** naked, Sometime I know it seems so shocking, How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger co*king, 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** around, You feel the full five long, The victim contemplating what to do, Or how the f** top get out of the situation that he's going through, This n***a tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping, Bet y'all n***as wanna know how the rest of the story happened... (Fades to Outro/Intro to Things We Be Doin' For Money - Part 2)