Whatcha Gonna Do? Lyrics - Shyne - Shyne

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