2Pac ft. Young Noble & Kastro Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics

(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 f___ing me man
Listen
I've got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
n____s they wanna see me rise
'97 watch me cut these m_________ers 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 n____ on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
f___ they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
n____s 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 m_________er
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
n____s 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 n____s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my n____s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my n____s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my n____s 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

n____s gettin' halved off

Yer, n____ beware
Stand clear

This n____'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 n____, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
n____s sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you f___ing with a grown man

And I can't afford to loose
Where we from n____s told to do
So what cha ya wann' do?

[Chorus]

[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 n____s out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah n____ 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing n____s 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]