Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 歌词
| 歌曲 | Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 |
| 歌手 | Busta Rhymes |
| 专辑 | When Disaster Strikes... |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Trevor Smith | |
| 作曲 : Trevor Smith | |
| Huh, yeah, **** that | |
| Niggas go out to get it | |
| Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas | |
| Niggas is out there holding | |
| Starving nigga, **** that, I'm a broke nigga | |
| And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something | |
| **** 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 suprise 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 fit | |
| Open like a mother****er, itching and ready to do the next stick | |
| Get any my nigga Dit can pick | |
| What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed | |
| Getting paid for even if we robbing a ****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 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, **** around | |
| You feel the full five long | |
| The victim contemplating what to do | |
| Or how the **** 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... | |
| (Fades to Outro/Intro to Things We Be Doin' For Money - Part 2) | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
| zuo ci : Trevor Smith | |
| zuo qu : Trevor Smith | |
| Huh, yeah, that | |
| Niggas go out to get it | |
| Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas | |
| Niggas is out there holding | |
| Starving nigga, that, I' m a broke nigga | |
| And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something | |
| 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 papermaking | |
| 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 suprise 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 fit | |
| Open like a mother er, itching and ready to do the next stick | |
| Get any my nigga Dit can pick | |
| What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed | |
| Getting paid for even if we robbing a 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 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, around | |
| You feel the full five long | |
| The victim contemplating what to do | |
| Or how the 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... | |
| Fades to Outro Intro to Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 2 | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
| zuò cí : Trevor Smith | |
| zuò qǔ : Trevor Smith | |
| Huh, yeah, that | |
| Niggas go out to get it | |
| Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas | |
| Niggas is out there holding | |
| Starving nigga, that, I' m a broke nigga | |
| And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something | |
| 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 papermaking | |
| 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 suprise 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 fit | |
| Open like a mother er, itching and ready to do the next stick | |
| Get any my nigga Dit can pick | |
| What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed | |
| Getting paid for even if we robbing a 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 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, around | |
| You feel the full five long | |
| The victim contemplating what to do | |
| Or how the 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... | |
| Fades to Outro Intro to Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 2 | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
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