Whatcha Gonna Do?

Once upon a time, not long agoWhen gangstas rock waves smoke dope and sniff blowThere 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 wordsSpeculations 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 narcsSince the young Frank Matthews the rap versionTouch my trap on my smack the gats burstinthats sertin leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkinUh--y'all got me fucked up likeMy desert eagle and my zig don't bust rightLike my guns is racin',muthafucka don't you know IMake ya heart stop and ya body start shakinNow you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime25 to life plus 9Chorus: 2xWhatcha gon' do when shit hit the fanTake 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 morgueEvil 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 tropicsWit cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topicPersian rocks and things the man that made the snowTiger PaulAnd every other form of rawSince a team been handlin, nigga been scramblinBettin' on money in Vegas gamblinDesert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerinMore than you can imagininUh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mindLike who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and ShyneDemented as a young'n, apple 2nd cominEvil 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', repellinClosed caskets for you fuckin' bastads c'monChorus: 2xOnly the strong survive,weak niggas bleedAnd get found,wit they fuckin' face downNumb from the waist downI done been to hell and backTwice and still in crackStaired death and the eyes and never blinkAnd shots rip through my minkWent to war wit the realist killasKilled friends over jealousy and envyMy heart's emptyBehind the wheel of my BentleyCooped up feelin' invincible'Bout to take over the world I can't be stoppedNot the feds or the fuckin' copsNot even 17 shotsCan but a end to this terrorI'ma live forever,cuz gangstas don't breakWe just get plastic surgery and relocateTo 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 heartsLeave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car windowAny nigga snitch and givin' infoSince my motha stomach coke and liquorWas the mixtureBetta be prepared when we hit yaChorus: Fade til end