So Whatcha Gone Do Now? Lyrics - Public Enemy

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 

Don't 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 that's wild 

I'm raisin' my child 

I'm steppin' to da curb 

Wit a sign do not disturb 

Too much don't 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 ain't 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 

Don't even go there wit dat rap 

Guns, drugs and money 

All you know how 

So whatcha gone do now? 

The only good niga iz a dead niga 

Dats what they used to say 

Can't 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 and now they on they own 

Now check yourself cool 

What good is da hood if ya actin' a fool 

Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk