2Pac Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics

Hell yeah
(hahaha)
And ugh

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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 ****ing me man
ListenI've got a scheme break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation sit back and let the phone ring
*****s they want to see me rise
'97 watch me cut these ************s 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 ***** on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart **** they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted *****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 ************
We break bread now we thug brothers (huhuh)
*****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 *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****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
*****s gettin' halved off
Yer, ***** beware
Stand clear

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

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

[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
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-are Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend 'till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them *****s out the sight of my night scope
Cooking white dope Got mah ***** 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing *****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 'til death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?

[Chorus]
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my *****s come for you
(What ya gonna do)

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