Whatcha Gonna Do (feat. Kastro & Young Noble)

I started out dumb, sprung off of hood rats

Listen to the radio, wishing that I could rap

But nothing changed, I was stuck in the game

'Cause everybody in the industry was fuckin' me, man

Listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thing

Drop some conversations, sit back and let the phone ring

**** ain't wanna see me rise, ninety-seven

Watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size

And if I catch another case, Lord knows they hate me

Got a player in the courtroom, please don't let 'em frame me

I've been dealt a lot of bad cards living as a thug

Count my blessings, don't stressin' in this land with no love

Maybe they see me rollin', look at all this green I'm holding

I get this, why they envious and get they eyes swollen

Hoping the Heavenly Father love a hustler

Meet the hardest **** on the 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 **** 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, haha, **** talk a lot of non-shit

I choose to ignore it, a war? They ain't ready for it, haha

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Tell me, now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

My nine is Thug Lord, my mind on my grind

Outlaws is my heart, they shine when I shine

My rhyme is my grind, my team be on roll

Proceed with the onslaught, indeed they all talk

They all marks, and it's an outlaw holocaust

When I got this sawed off, **** getting hauled off

Yeah, **** beware, stand clear

This ****'s scared, man, I don't really care

I've been lost, love, my heart need a hug

My bite need blood, I fight with a grudge

The life of a thug **** might need gloves

But you'll never know with a price on your mug

Them fight strips snug right around your hands

Making sure you can never grab the mic again

Dog, you fucking with a grown man

Man, I can't afford to lose

Where we from, **** torture dudes

So whatcha wanna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Tell me, now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Tell me, now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

Haha, watch me, clown, give me loving when I'm high

I'm a outlaw baby, I'll be thugging till I die

In my drop top, double-R, life as a rap star

Hustle like a crack fiend till they catch me

Go ask somebody to your show

Watching **** out of sight in my night scope

Cooking white dope, got my **** twenty-five-to-life, stressed out

Trying to have all the better things in life

While Makaveli, a born leader, ten millimeter

Change a ****'s future like a schizophrenic palm reader

Heed, from out the bible I read, see, the meek shall inherit the Earth

And the strong will lead, hitting weed like it's alright

I'm in the studio making music all night

My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated till the death

Trying to beat me out of my last breath

Whatcha gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?

Now, whatcha gonna do when my **** come for you?

What y'all gonna do?