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Shyne

Whatcha Gonna Do

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Once upon a time, not long agoWhen gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo`There was a young G by the name of Shyne PoePuttin` it down, cuttin` it up and cookin` it nowIt`s been a lotta dick ridin` for lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my fursSimilarities in my voice nigga check the wordsI`m in for winter to doe`s that pinch merds from the curDodgin` and dippin` the narcs It`s the young Frank Matthews the rap versionTouch 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 sick doom bust right Like my guns is racin`,muthafucka don`t you know IMake ya heart stop and ya body start shakin`Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime25 to life plus 9[Chorus 2X]Whatcha gon` do when shit hit the fedTake it like a man or snitch like a bitchWhatcha gon` do when shit hit the fanPray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue Evil grin,dead eyes,walkin wit a bock, monsterBest way to describe my postureIn this world of sin I`m as wicked as they comeMoonlightin` as a rapper get this ticket and I`m doneAin`t enough money here I ratha be in the tropics Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topicPersian rocks and things the man that made of snowTiger 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 imagininUh--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 cerebellumShyne Poe what the fuck you gon` tell `em?All you niggas that wanna be fly my gun shots`ll propell `emLeavin` somewhere smellin`, repellin`Closed caskets for you fuckin` bastards c`mon[Chorus]Only the strong survive, weak niggas bleedAnd get found, wit they fuckin` face down Numb from the waist down I din been to hell and backTwice and still in crackStare death in the eyes and never blinkHeadshots rip through my minkWent to war wit the realist killas Killed friends over jealousy and envy My heart`s emptyBehind the wheel of my BentleyCoke-d up feelin invincibleBout to take over the world I can`t be stopped Not the feds or the fuckin` copsNot even 17 shotsCan put a end to this terrorI`ma live forever, cause gangstas don`t breakWe just get plastic surgery and relocate To anotha stateor island, smilin, money pilin, wildinYo Puff over done them fuckin violinsUh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver NorthKill you then use your corpse,to transport horseLeave ya brains hangin` from ya fuckin` car windowAny nigga snitch and givin` infoSince my motha stomach coke and liquor Was the mixtureBetta be prepared when we hit ya [Chorus] - repeat to fade

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