Things We Be Doin’ for Money Part 1 lyrics

by

Common


[Intro]
Cha, huh, f*ck that
n*ggas gon' have to get it
n*ggas is out here holdin', I'ma have to see n*ggas
n*ggas is out here holdin'
Starvin' n*gga, f*ck that, I'm a broke n*gga
And I gotta see any n*gga out here holdin', son
f*ck that

[Verse 1]
Everyday, me and my son stay schemin'
On how to maximise the level on day to day creamin'
While you remain fakin', yo, I ain't toleratin', no mistakin'
We on the move to study paper-makin'
Round up the whole squad quick
Plot the scheme with my n*ggas, get on some full clip bullsh*t
Before I solidify manslaughter
My unit form out on the street corner
We surprise like fiends in disguise
Layin' for the right thick so I can receive another grand prize
Greetin' n*ggas like a homeless n*gga, the way it happened son, you'd never figure
How the homeless n*gga gun is much bigger
Now give me everything you walkin' with and everythin' yo' man is holdin'
Even the watch that got the platinum mouldin'
And as the situation start unfoldin'
You scared to death you little b*tch, go 'head report it stolen
See what happen
[Interlude]
[Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.]
Ayo, I'll f*ck you up n*gga (Oh, sh*t!)
Ayo, run all your jewels (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t!)
Run all your paper
n*gga, you ain't rollin' this paper then f*ck you, faggot
Ay-ayo, get the f*ck, get the f*ck on the floor [*Punch*] (Oh sh*t!)
Smack the sh*t outta you, little b*tch, shut the f*ck up
Ayo, ayo shut the f*ck up!

[Verse 2]
c*ck strong, n*gga, holdin' my di*k
Wildin' for the night, splurgin' with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherf*cker, itchin' and ready to do the next stick
Get anybody my n*gga take your pick
"What you said?" I said even if it cause a bloodshed
We gettin' paper even if we robbin' a f*ckin' chickenhead
Word to mother son, I ain't frontin'
I'm takin' everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the n*gga 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*t
Test your life sh*t or even stab you on some knife sh*t
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it and I want it, then I will take it
Leavin' n*ggas ass naked
Sometimes I know it seems so shockin'
How you the next vic' to be listenin' to the sounds of a trigger c*ckin'
All in your ears, cold steel lay against your face
I feel your blood chillin', your heart racin' at a rapid pace
And if you think you that strong
Then I dare you to even flinch wrong, f*ck around you feel the full five long
The victim contemplatin' what to do
On how the f*ck to get out the situation that he's going through
This n*gga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clappin'
Bet y'all n*ggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
[Skit]
[*Punching and kicking*]
Get the f*ck off my gat, n*gga!
f*ck off! [*Car pulls up*]
Ayo, that my n*gga right over there? (Word is bond)
Ayo! The f*ck is goin' on here, you n*ggas tryna fight my n*gga?
Ayo, f*ck is goin' on, n*gga? Back up!
All y'all n*ggas back up (f*ck is wrong? Yo, he got a gat, he got a gat, run!)
[*Gunshots and fighting*]
Don't shoot-don't shoot the gun! n*gga, f*ck that! You let him get away!
[*Heavy breathing*]
Yo, f*ck that
n*ggas really get they clique? I'ma call my squad
Rampage, I'ma call that n*gga Rampage [*Gunshot*]
f*ck that!
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