What'cha Gonna Do - 2Pac (图派克·阿玛鲁·夏库尔)/Young Noble/Kastro

(Hahaha)

And ugh

I started out dumb

Sprung off a hood rat

Listening to the radio

Wishing that I could rap

But nothing changed

I was stuck in the game

Cause everybody in the industry was f**king me man

Listen

I've got a scheme

Break away do my own thing

Drop some conversation

Sit back and let the phone ring

n***as they wanna see me rise

'97 watch me cut these motherf**kers down to size

And if I catch another case

Lord knows how they hate me

Got a playa in the court room

Please don't let them frame me

I've been dealt a lot of bad cards

Living as a thug

Count my blessings

Don't stress in this land with no love

Maybe if they see me rolling

Look at all this green I'm holding

I guess that's why the envious

Get their eye swollen

Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler

Be the hardest ni**a on earth to ever bust a nut

My homies tell me have a heart

F**k they feelings

I've been trying to make a million since we started

We cold hearted

n***as in masks that'll blast at the task force

Empty out my clip

Time to mash

They asked for it

Me Makaveli I'm a motherf**ker

We break bread

Now we thug brothers (huhuh)

n***as talk a lot of nonsense

I choose to ignore

A war

They ain't ready for it (huhuh)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

My nine is thuglord

My mind on my grind

Outlawz is my heart

They shine when I shine

My ryhme is my grind

My team be on role

Proceed with the onslaught

Indeed they on top

They all marks

And its an outlaw holocaust

When I got the sawed-off

n***as gettin' halved off

Yer ni**a beware

Stand clear

This ni**a's scared

Man I don't really care

I've been lost loved (loved)

My heart need a hug (hug)

My bite leave blood (blood)

Fight with a grudge

The life of a thug ni**a might need gloves

But you will never know

With a price on your mug

And fight strips snug right around your hands

n***as sure you can never grab the mic again

Dog you f**king with a grown man

And I can't afford to loose

Where we from n***as told to do

So what cha ya wann' do

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(Haha)

Watch me clown

Give me loving when I'm high

I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die

In drop top double R

Life as a rap star

Hustle like a crack fiend

'Till they catch me

Go ask somebody to your show

Watch them n***as out the sight of mah night scope

Cooking white d**e

Got mah ni**a 25 to life stretched out

Trying to have all the better things in life

Well Makaveli

A born leader 10 millimeter

Changing n***as future like a schizophrenic palm reader

Heeds from out the bible I read

See the meek shall inherit the earth

And the strong will lead

Hittin' w**d like it alright

I'm in the studio

Making music all night

My enemies cry whenever I rise

They hated 'till death

Try to beat me out my last breath

What cha gonna do

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(When my n***as come)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do when my n***as come for you

(What ya gonna do)