Bushwick Bill - Wha Cha Gonna Do? Lyrics
And ahh... the secret of the hidden temple is that ahh You gotta listen, as I run it down the business The jungle creed, is that the strongest feeds, on any prey it can And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man Hahaha! Full swing for the jungle. John Bido in the house, it's a black man thing you wouldn't understand. Chorus: What cha gonna do when the world's on fire? I'ma light a spliff, and keep gettin higher The world's bout to end I don't give a ***** I ain't scared to die, niggaz put that on Chuck Verse One: Put me in a room with four gats and four clips Aimed at my dome and I bet I won't flinch At least I get to know I'm going out in a blast So either pull the trigger or you tricks better mash Cause I ain't afraid to kill neither I snatch your soul like the mother*****in grim reaper I be the, man that worries not about life I'd rather piss in the wind than take a risk with eyes, yeah A brave man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths ***** a right, I make a thousand lefts Cause I'm a mother*****in thrillseeker You can't scare me with no bullshit threats, I ain't afraid to die Chorus 2X Verse Two: The world is on some old new-improved shit They building bombs everyday but screaming peace A piece of ***** nowaday could cost a nigga life The condom ain't shit, the rubber breaks and that's your life Babies havin babies knowin not what to do For some grown ass men, niggaz old as me and you Think a nigga ***** a kid needs his mother*****in dick chopped off Cause youse a child molester, that ain't cool mother*****er Mamas keeping sons from their daddies What you sposed to teach him *****? You ain't no man, youse a hoe Monkey see, monkey do What you want my son to act like me or act like you, shit I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder? Another casuality, cause mentally I'm damaged G So I ain't afraid, I ain't afraid to kill And I ain't afraid to die, mother*****er Chorus 2X Verse Three: A punk can be controlled by death threats A man's not a man if he can't take a stand and umm Confront your foes nigga everybody bleeds So ***** bowing down to another nigga's needs Curiousity, killed the cat And anybody gettin curious with mines is gettin disciplined black I lets the mother*****in fo'-fo' click And that's the end of that big bad nigga shit [see-ya!] How can you be afraid of what's bound to happen You can't run and try to hide from death Death is univited, it's also at a shitty time Things can creep and snatch your ass up out your prime, I lives my life Agressively, succesfully, I press to be Demanding with myself and not profess to be You can't impress me with no bullshit threats I squabble any mother*****er out your set, mother*****er Chorus 2X
