Shyne - Whatcha Gonna Do? Lyrics

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Shyne - Whatcha Gonna Do? lyrics

Once upon a time, not long ago

When gangstas rock waves smoke 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 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'

thats sertin leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'

Uh--y'all got me fucked up like

My desert eagle and my zig 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 bock, monster

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 cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topic

Persian rocks and things the man that made the snow

Tiger Paul

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'

Closed 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

Staired death 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

or island ,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 hearts

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