2pac - Whatcha gon do

LYRICS :
And huh, I started out dumb, sprung of 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 fuckin me man
listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thang,
drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring
niggas they wanna see me rise,
97 watch me cut these motherfucker down to size
and if I catch another case, Lord knows how to hate me,
got a playa in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me
I been dumpt a lot of bad cards, livin' as a thug,
count my blessings, gone stressing in this land with no love
maybe they seen me rolling, look at all this green I'm holding,
I guess this rider envious and get they eyes swollen
open to heavenly father of a hustler,
meet the hardest nigga on the earth to ever bust a nut
my homies tell me have a heart, fuck they feelings,
I've been trying to make a million since we started, we cold-hearted
niggas in mash that'll blast up the task force, empty out my clip,
time to mash, they asked for it
me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker,
we break bread, now we thug brothas
ha ha
niggas talk a lot of non-shit,
I choose to ignore, but war, they ain't ready for it
ha ha

Watch me clown, give me lovin when I'm high,
I'm a Outlaw, baby I'll be thuggin til I die
in my drop top Double R,
life as a rap star,
hustle like a crack fein,
til they catch me
go at somebody til ya show, watching niggas out to sight, in my nightscope,
cooking white dope
got my nigga 25 to Life stressed out,
tryin' to have all the better things in life
while Makaveli, a born leader to millimeter,
changin' niggas futures like a switch-ofrenic palm reader
he, from out the bible I read, see the meet,
shall inheriet the earth, and the strong will lead
hittin' weed like it's alright,
I'm in the studio, makin music all night
ha ha
my enemies cry whenever I rise, I hate it to the death,
tryin' to peep me out my last breath
what you gonna do?

Who's to blame for my mind frame,
tryin' to lead this money game,
got me feinin for riches wantin to kill for a case of fame
recurrin dreams of illess ends, front page magazines,
livin' life like a thug queen...
but instead, I'm having nightmares,
they call 'em Outlaw premonitions of premeditated missions
livin' conditions suspecious, so they got me on a hit list,
wishin that I was flip like a wet bitch...
but it's the timin nigga,
and I've been waiting for you years, I put my grind in nigga
I see you scopin', cause I got what you want to flaunt,
my every calculated move is a nail to ya couffin
not what ya don't know is I got .16 point holla,
thugged out female Boss shot-calla
now what you gonna do?
where yo busta ass crew?
when my niggas come for you