Lyrical Breakdown of Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Busta Rhymes employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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Huh, yeah, fuck that Niggas go out to get it Niggas is out there holding until I 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 Fuck that Everyday, me and my son stay scheming On how to maximize 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 street corner We surprise 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 molding And as the situation start unfolding You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead Report it stolen, see what happen Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit Open like a motherfucker, 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 fucking chicken head 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 blinded 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, fuck around you feel the full five long The victim contemplating what to do Or how the fuck 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