Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1 chords by Busta Rhymes
Verse 1
Am
Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas is gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holding I'm
a have to 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
Verse 2
Fuck that
Am
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,
E
Am
We on the move to steady
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 street corner,
E
Am
We surprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right fit 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
E
gun is much bigger,
Am
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,
E
Am
Report it stolen, see what happen.
Verse 3
Am
F
Am
Yo I'll fuck you up
Aye yo run all your jewels
Run all your paper
You ain't holding this paper
you fuckin' faggot
Aye yo get the fuck on the floor
Dm
Am
F
Am
Shut the fuck up
Aye yo shut the fuck up
Verse 4
Am
Cocks drawn 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,
E
Get anybody my nigga take your pick,
Am
What you said I said even if it
caused a bloodshed,
We gettin' paper even if we robbing
a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain't fronting,
I'm taking everything
I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out,
the nigga 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 you that strong
I dare you even to flinch wrong,
fuck around
E
Am
You feel the four five long
The victim contemplating what to do
Or how the fuck to 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
Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1
Busta Rhymes
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