AWA

Whatcha Gonna Do

Track byShyne

58
2
  • 2000.11.08
  • 4:49
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Once upon a time, not long ago When gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff blow There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta word Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice nigga check the words I'm influential to doe's that pinch birds from the curb Dodgin' and dippin' the narc Since the young Frank Matthews the rap version Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin' Uh--y'all got me fucked up like My desert eagle and my sig don't bust right Like my guns is racin',muthafucka don't you know I Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime 25 to life plus 9 Chorus: 2x Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan Pray to God,go hard or lay up in the morgue Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bop, mobster Best way to describe my posture In this world of sin I'm as wicked as they come Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics Wit corsicans where narcotics is the only topic Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow Tiger paw and every other form of raw Since a teen been handlin, nigga been scramblin' Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin' Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin' More than you can imaginin Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a young'n, alpo second comin' Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum Shyne Poe what the fuck you gon' tell 'em? All you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shots'll propell 'em Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin' Crows caskets for you fuckin' bastads c'mon Chorus: 2x Only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed And get found, wit they fuckin' face down Numb from the waist down I done been to hell and back Twice and still in crack Stared death in the eyes and never blink Had shots rip through my mink Went to war wit the realest killas Killed friends over jealousy and envy My heart's empty Behind the wheel of my Bentley Coked up feelin' invincible 'Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped Not the feds or the fuckin' cops Not even 17 shots Can but a end to this terror I'ma live forever,cuz gangstas don't break We just get plastic surgery and relocate To anotha state, or island Smilin',money pilin',wildin' Yo Puff overdub them fuckin' violins Uh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North Kill you then use your corpse,to transport whores Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window Any nigga snitchin' givin' info Since my motha stomach coke and liquor Was the mixture Betta be prepared when we hit ya Chorus: Fade til end

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