So Whatcha Gone Do Now Lyrics by Public Enemy

So Whatcha Gone Do Now Lyrics

    Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man

    Talkin dat drive by shit
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

    Talkin dat drive by thang
    Everybody talking dat gangsta swang

    Slaves to the rhythm of the master
    Buck boom buck another
    Neighborhood disaster
    (drummer hit me one)

    A gun iz a gun iz
    A muther fuckin gun
    But an organized side
    Keep a sellout niga on the run

    What you gonna do to get paid
    Step on the rest of the hood
    Till the drug raid

    See you runnin like roaches
    Black gangstas need track coaches

    The white law set you up raw
    When you have his trust in killin us

    Talkin dat gattalk
    Walkin dat catwalk
    Where you tryin to go wit dat
    Dont even go dere wit dat rap
    Guns drugs an money
    All you know how
    So whatcha gonna do now?
    I'm bout ready to bounce
    Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
    An 40 ounce
    Madd uncivilized lifestyles
    30 years bids for kids, now thats wild
    I'm raisin my child
    I'm steppin to da curb
    Wit a sign do not disturb
    Too much dont give a fuck
    Or a damn thing
    But choose what the other man bring
    I sing a song cause i see wrong
    I'm not down with the fe fi fo
    Where i come from
    See, the brothers aint dumb
    Sense goes over nonsense
    When it makes no sense
    I'm throwin up da fence
    Talkin dat drive by shit
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit
    Talkin dat drive by thang
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang

    Talkin dat gattalk
    Walkin dat catwalk
    Were you tryin to go wit dat
    Dont even go there wit dat rap
    Guns drugs & money
    All you know how
    So whatcha gone do now?

    Break

    The only good niga iz a dead niga

    Dats what they used to say

    Cant understand why a man
    Gotta use a trigga
    On his own, suppose to act grown

    Cracka in da back
    Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother

    Couldn't shoot and shot a mother

    Four kids alone home
    Ungrown & now they on they own
    Now check yourself cool
    What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool
    Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk

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