Lyrical Breakdown of Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 2" 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. 2" 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.
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Yo, it's 3:25 in the mornin', my baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead. 'Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, yo, it's Bus-a-Bus. In God We Trust, another one bites the dust
Hey Ramp, fuck that! I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban, jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fightin' over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Ayo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react (Uh)
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down, face flat
Ayo, Bust, chill, calm down. I'll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick. I'm there quick
I tell my baby moms I got to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South Shore, we takin' niggas to war
Still on the run. Always run for cover when it's necessary
I'm out numbered for now but all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clique, the way we get down
If you violatin', leave you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missin' persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel the full blast of my squad's gats burstin'
I through the tri-borough bridge in my fat Land with my two nines and my mans
I'm a second from the spot, I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot, I'm seein' Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roof, Spliff Star is in the Range
The atmosphere change, Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones
Now we 'bout to have mad fun, Me and the whole squad meet up
Know shit about to heat up, Wet the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er, My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you
I see you, huntin' me down, Not knowin' that my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last alive while we creep all over the place
Looking for space. In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face
As my squad hold they post down, We patiently layin' for them to pass through
Carefully timin' the way we put it on they whole crew
Ayo, Bust give me the cue. I'm here for you, close to you
Blood in and blood out. We goin' all out, bullets just ringin' out
Guns is just sprayin' out. Yo, Bust, hit the dirt lay flat
You my nigga to the end I gotcha back
Turn around quick
Oh shit! He started blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew bustin'
Shit ain't goin' according to plan
Goddamn, my shit jam
Nigga standin' right behind me, Think I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to pray to Lord, my soul to keep
This nigga 'bout to fry my head, My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, puttin' two inside his rib cage
Yo, Rampage
Ayo, I see them niggas comin', now I'm dumbin'
We dead three niggas already the next two we catch we leavin' bloody
So much drama over this fuckin' money
The way the situation end, it wasn't even funny
Tried to rob this nigga because I was fuckin' hungry
But if you try to test, we blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fuckin' scene ugly
(Things we be doin' for money)
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow
(Things we be doin' for money)
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow
(Things we be doin' for money)
Livin' in the street and you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Livin' day to day but don't live for tomorrow
-- Synced by NoMan --