Whatcha Gonna Do

(album: Shyne - 2000)

Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo'
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe
Putting it down, cutting it up and cooking it now
It's been a lotta dick riding 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
Dodging and dipping the narcs
It's the young Frank Matthews the rap version
Touch my trap on my smack the gats bursting
That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerking
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 shaking
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 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
Moonlighting as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done
Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics
Wit Corsicans where 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 scrambling
Betting on money in Vegas gambling
Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk styling,staggering
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 coming
Evil thoughts running 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
Leaving somewhere smelling, repelling
Closed caskets for you fucking bastards c'mon

[Chorus]

Only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed
And get found, wit they fucking face down
Numb from the waist down
I din been to hell and back
Twice and still in crack
Stare death in the eyes and never blink
Headshots 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
Coke-d up feelin invincible
Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped
Not the feds or the fucking 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 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 horse
Leave ya brains hanging from ya fucking car window
Any nigga snitch and giving info
Since my motha stomach coke and liquor
Was the mixture
Betta be prepared when we hit ya

[Chorus repeat to fade]