Whatcha Gonna Do?

Shyne

Composición de: D. Trotman
Once upon a time, not long ago 
When gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff lo' 
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 words 
Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs 
Similarities in my voice nigga check the words 
I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur 
Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs 
Since the young Frank Matthews the rap version 
Touch 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 fucked up like 
My desert eagle and my sick doom 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 fed 
Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch 
Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fed 
Pray to God,go hard or lay up in the morgue 

Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monster 
Best way to describe my posture 
In this world of sin hummas 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 cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topic 
Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow 
Tiger par 
And every other form of raw 
Since 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 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, apple 2nd 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 din been to hell and back 
Twice and still in crack 
Stay deaf and the eyes and never blink 
And shots rip through my mink 
Went to war wit the realist killas 
Killed friends over jealousy and envy 
My heart's empty 
Behind the wheel of my Bentley 
Cooped 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 
Haulin',smilin',money pilin',wildin' 
Yo Puff over done them fuckin' violins 
Uh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North 
Kill you then use your corpse,to transport horse 
Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window 
Any nigga snitch and 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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