So Whatcha Gone Do Now?

[Produced by Gary G-Wiz]

[Refrain]

Talkin' that drive-by shit

Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit

Talkin that drive-by shit

Everybody talking that gangsta shit

Slaves to the rhythm of the master

Buck boom buck, another neighborhood disaster

Drummer hit me one

[Verse 1]

A gun is a gun is a mothafuckin' gun

But an organized side keep a sellout nigga on the run

What you gonna do to get paid?

Step on the rest of the hood 'til the drug raid

See you runnin' like roaches

Black gangstas need track coaches

The white law set you up raw

When you have his trust in killin' us

[Refrain]

Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk

Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk

Where you tryin' to go with that?

Don't even go there with that rap

Guns, drugs, and money, all you know how

So what'cha gonna do now?

[Verse 2]

I'm 'bout ready to bounce

Trouble on the corner of Blunt Ave and forty ounce

Mad uncivilized lifestyles

Thirty years bids for kids, now that's wild

I'm raisin my child, I'm steppin' to the curb

With a sign, "Do not disturb!"

Too much don't give a fuck or a damn thing

But choose what the other man bring

I sing a song cause I see wrong

Ya goddamn right

I'm not down with the "Fee Fi Fo" where I come from

See, the brothers ain't dumb

Sense goes over nonsense

When it makes no sense, I'm throwin' up the fence

Now ask yourself cool

What good is the hood if ya actin' a fool?

[Chorus]

So whatcha gone do now?

So whatcha gone do?

So whatcha gone do now?

So whatcha gone do?

[Refrain]

Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk

Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk

Where you tryin' to go with that?

Don't even go there with that rap

Guns, drugs, and money, all you know how

So what'cha gonna do now?

[Verse 3]

"The only good nigga is a dead nigga"

That's what they used to say (What they used to say)

Can't understand why a man gotta use a trigger on his own

Supposed to act grown

Cracker in the back

Watch a brother pull a trigger on another brother (Damn)

Couldn't shoot and shot a mother

Four kids alone home

Ungrown and now they on they own

[Refrain]

Talkin' that gangsta shit

Everybody talkin' that drive-by shit

Talkin that gangsta shit

Everybody talking that drive by shit

[Chorus]

So whatcha gone do now?

So whatcha gone do?

So whatcha gone do now?

So whatcha gone do?