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2 pac - whatcha gonna do? lyrics

(yawn)
(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-cking 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-gg-s they wanna see me rise
’97 watch me cut these motherf-ckers 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 n-gg- on earth to ever bust a nut
my homies tell me have a heart
f-ck they feelings
i’ve been trying to make a million since we started
we cold hearted
n-gg-s 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-cker
we break bread
now we thug brothers (huhuh)
n-gg-s talk a lot of nonsense
i choose to ignore
a war
they ain’t ready for it (huhuh)

[chorus]

now what cha gonna do? when my n-gg-s come for you
(what ya gonna do)
now what cha gonna do? when my n-gg-s come for you
(what ya gonna do)
now what cha gonna do? when my n-gg-s come for you
(what ya gonna do)
now what cha gonna do? when my n-gg-s come for you
(what ya gonna do)

[verse 2: young n-ble & kastro]

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 it’s an outlaw holocaust

when i got the sawed-off

n-gg-s gettin’ halved off

yer, n-gg- beware
stand clear

this n-gg-‘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 n-gg-, might need gloves
but you will never know
with a price on your mug
and fight strips snug right around your hands
n-gg-s sure you can never grab the mic again
dog you f-cking with a grown man

and i can’t afford to loose
where we from n-gg-s told to do
so what cha ya wann’ do?

[chorus]

[verse 3: tupac]

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-gg-s out the sight of mah night scope
cooking white dope
got mah n-gg- 25 to life stretched out
trying to have all the better things in life
well makaveli
a born leader 10 millimeter
changing n-gg-s 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’ weed 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?

[chorus]

- 2 pac lyrics

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