Whatcha Gonna Do

Once upon a time, not long ago

When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo'

There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe

Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now

It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words

For lack of a betta words

Speculations on the guns, I hold underneath my furs

Similarities in my voice, nigga, check the words

I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur

Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs

It's the young Frank Matthews, the rap version

Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin'

That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'

Y'all got me fucked up like

My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right

Like my guns is racin', muthafucka, don't you know I

Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'

Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime

Twenty-five to life plus nine

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Evil grin, dead eyes, walkin' wit a bock, monster

Best way to describe my posture

In this world of sin, I'm as wicked as they come

Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done

Ain't enough money here, I ratha be in the tropics

Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topic

Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow

Tiger par and every other form of raw

Since a team been handlin', nigga been scramblin'

Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin'

Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin', staggerin'

More than you can imaginin'

Thoughts randomin', runnin' through my mind

Like who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne

Demented as a young'n, apple second comin'

Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum

Shyne Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell 'em?

All you niggas that wanna be fly, my gun shots'll propel 'em

Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin'

Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastards, c'mon

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Only the strong survive and weak niggas bleed

And get found, wit they fuckin' face down

Numb from the waist down

I done been to hell and back twice and still in crack

Stare death in the eyes and never blink

Headshots rip through my mink

Went to war wit the realist killas

Killed friends over jealousy and envy

My heart's empty behind the wheel of my Bentley

Coked up, feelin' invincible

'Bout to take over the world, I can't be stopped

Not the feds or the fuckin' cops, not even seventeen shots

Can put a end to this terror

I'ma live forever 'cause gangstas don't break

We just get plastic surgery and relocate to anotha state

Or island, smilin', money pilin', wildin'

Yo Puff, over done them fuckin' violins

This shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North

Kill you then use your corpse to transport horse

Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window

Any nigga snitch and givin' info

Since my motha stomach coke and liquor

Was the mixture

Betta be prepared when we hit ya

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?

Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch