Whatcha Gonna Do

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Once upon a time, not long ago When gangstas rocked waves, sold dope and sniffed 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 better word Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice, nigga, check the words I'm livin', went to the doors that pitch birds from the curb Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs It's 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', motherfucker, 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 [Hook 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 [Verse 2] 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'd rather 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 imagine and (Uh) Thoughts random and, runnin' through my mind Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a youngin', 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 Leave 'em somewhere smellin', repellin' Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastards, c'mon [Hook 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 [Verse 3] 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 ain't crack Stared death in the eyes and never blinked Headshots rip through my mink Went to war wit the realest killers 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 put a end to this terror I'ma live forever, 'cause gangstas don't break We just get plastic surgery and relocate To another state, or island, smilin' Money pilin', wildin' Yo Puff, overdub them fuckin' violins (Uh) This shit is bigger than Nino, ask Oliver North Kill you then use your corpse to transport horse Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window Any nigga snitchin', givin' info Since my mother stomach, coke and liquor was the mixture Better be prepared when we hit ya [Hook 2X] - repeat to fade 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