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chunk - what waz i to do? lyrics

[verse 1]
what was i to do when i was young?
i couldn’t do sh+t, except read about my people getting hurt
and every year when christmas came i got nothing
a n+gga had to shop at the goodwill, at least i got something
all my friends got a bike or atari
i (?) outside in my pj’s, takin’ out the garbage
with my mom and daddy in and out of prison
i stayed with my granny till i was old enough to make my own decisions
got to hangin’ with a jagged crowd of n+ggas like a fool
peer pressure got to me, had me f+cking up in highschool
my pops tried to guide me but he wasn’t always there
sometimes my mom would even act like she didn’t care
selling dope got my homies fancy cars and lots of money
in a game with no shows, man, life was never funny
so i sat back like a hawk with my partners smoking tree
it’s an everyday thang, man, what was i to do?

[chorus: sl!ck rick]
what was i to do now?

[verse 2]
every year would get worse, who would think i was the trapper
i tried my very best to set a very good example
but the streets got me hooked like a fish cravin’ worms
all my homies came up and wondered when was it my turn
i tried selling dope but all i did was took a fall
ended up with my rabid ass up in juvie hall
got out and told the (?) to eat sh+t
i didn’t learn my lesson, i was still on the spot clockin’ grits
my momma was a hustler, my daddy was too
i tried to be like them and found out it was a fluke
so i proceeded (?) self to see if that would help
opportunity was nothing, cards had to be dealt
but now i was (?), grams gave me the boot
i’m 19 so i’m looking for a cop to shoot
i think back to the death of my homeboy juke
a close friend i went to school with, what was i to do?
[chorus: sl!ck rick]
what was i to do now?

[verse 3]
i never knew what it was like to be a baller
but i understood what it was like to be a epa night crawler
creepin’ through the window of neighborhood hoochie
tryin’ to get some stank from the tramed out lucy
often got into a fight slangin’ big (?)
knockin’ out (?)
back in the day with doc (?) ad
street knowledge was the key to the crew called reality
but (?) so the doc
and i went solo when all the janky ass hoes wanna jack you
see, i wasn’t that important to my (?)
i gained a lot of fans and had some trouble with my dough
to you, groupies, all i can say is that i told ya
and this is goin’ out to all the fallen soldiers
suckas, get a life, stop sweatin’ mine, fool
if i didn’t choose rap, tell me what was i to do?

[chorus: sl!ck rick]
what was i to do now?

- chunk lyrics

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