Shyne - Whatcha Gonna Do? Lyrics
Once upon a time, not long agoWhen gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff lo'There was a young g by the name of shyne poePuttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it nowIt's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta wordsSpeculations on the guns i hold underneath my fursSimilarities in my voice nigga check the wordsI'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the curDodgin' and dippin' the narcsSince the young frank matthews the rap versionTouch my trap on my smack the gats burstin'Now servin' leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'Uh--y'all got me *****ed up likeMy desert eagle and my sick doom bust rightLike my guns is racin',mutha*****a don't you know iMake ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime25 to life plus 9Chorus: 2xWhatcha gon' do when shit hit the fedTake it like a man or snitch like a *****Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fedPray to god,go hard or lay up in the morgueEvil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monsterBest way to describe my postureIn this world of sin hummas wicked as they comeMoonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and i'm doneAin't enough money here i ratha be in the tropicsWit cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topicPersian rocks and things the man that made of snowTiger parAnd every other form of rawSince a team been handlin, nigga been scramblin'Bettin' on money in vegas gamblin'Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin'More than you can imagininUh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mindLike who's the best mc's - biggie, jay-z, and shyneDemented as a young'n, apple 2nd comin'Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellumShyne poe what the ***** you gon' tell 'em?All you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shots'll propell 'emLeavin' somewhere smellin', repellin'Crows caskets for you *****in' bastads c'monChorus: 2xOnly the strong survive,weak niggas bleedAnd get found,wit they *****in' face downNumb from the waist downI din been to hell and backTwice and still in crackStay deaf and the eyes and never blinkAnd shots rip through my minkWent to war wit the realist killasKilled friends over jealousy and envyMy heart's emptyBehind the wheel of my bentleyCooped up feelin' invincible'bout to take over the world i can't be stoppedNot the feds or the *****in' copsNot even 17 shotsCan but a end to this terrorI'ma live forever,cuz gangstas don't breakWe just get plastic surgery and relocateTo anotha stateHaulin',smilin',money pilin',wildin'Yo puff over done them *****in' violinsUh this shit is bigger than me though ask oliver northKill you then use your corpse,to transport horseLeave ya brains hangin' from ya *****in' car windowAny nigga snitch and givin' infoSince my motha stomach coke and liquorWas the mixtureBetta be prepared when we hit yaChorus: fade til end
