Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin' for Money lyrics

Huh, yeah, f** that, n***as is gon' have to get it n***as is out here holding I'm a have to 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 steady 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 street corner, We surprise like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right fit 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. Yo I'll f** you up Aye yo run all your j**els Run all your paper You ain't holding this paper you f**in' f*ggot Aye yo get the f** on the floor Shut the f** up Aye yo shut the f** up co*ks drawn n***a, holding my dick, Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the last fit Open like a motherf**er, itching and ready to do the next stick, Get anybody my n***a take your pick, What you said I said even if it caused a bloodshed, We gettin' paper even if we robbing a f**ing chickenhead, Word to mother son, I ain't fronting, I'm taking everything I been always wantin' So I continue to peep out, the n***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**, 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 you that strong I dare you even to flinch wrong, f** around You feel the four five long The victim contemplating what to do Or how the f** to 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