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