(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 fucking me man

Listen

I've got a scheme

Break away do my own thing

Drop some conversation

Sit back and let the phone ring

Niggas they wanna see me rise

'97 watch me cut these motherfuckers 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 nigga on earth to ever bust a nut

My homies tell me have a heart

Fuck they feelings

I've been trying to make a million since we started

We cold hearted

Niggas 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 motherfucker

We break bread

Now we thug brothers (huhuh)

Niggas 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 niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)



[Verse 2: Young Noble & 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 its an outlaw holocaust



When I got the sawed-off



Niggas gettin' halved off



Yer, nigga beware

Stand clear



This nigga'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 nigga, might need gloves

But you will never know

With a price on your mug

And fight strips snug right around your hands

Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again

Dog you fucking with a grown man



And I can't afford to loose

Where we from niggas told to do

So what cha ya wann' do?



[Chorus]



Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)



[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 niggas out the sight of mah night scope

Cooking white dope

Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out

Trying to have all the better things in life

Well Makaveli

A born leader 10 millimeter

Changing niggas 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]



Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you

(What ya gonna do)





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