Представляем точный текст композиции "Whatcha Gonna Do'" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Whatcha Gonna Do'» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyne - "Whatcha Gonna Do'"
Lyrics to Whatcha Gonna Do' : Once upon a time, not long ago When gangstas rock waves so dope and sniff lo There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe Puttin it down, cuttin it up and cookin it now Its been a lotta dick ridin for lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice nigga check the words Im in for winter to does that pinch merds from the cur Dodgin and dippin the narcs Since the young Frank Matthews the rap version Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin Now servin leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin Uh--yall got me fucked up like My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right Like my guns is racin,muthafucka dont you know I Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime 25 to life plus 9 Chorus: 2x Whatcha gon do when shit hit the fed Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch Whatcha gon do when shit hit the fed 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 hummas wicked as they come Moonlightin as a rapper get this ticket and Im done Aint enough money here I ratha be in the tropics Wit cau-si-cans when 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 Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind Like whos the best MCs - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne Demented as a youngn, apple 2nd 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 shotsll propell em Leavin somewhere smellin, repellin Crows caskets for you fuckin bastads cmon Chorus: 2x Only the strong survive,weak niggas bleed And get found,wit they fuckin face down Numb from the waist down I din been to hell and back Twice and still in crack Stay deaf and the eyes and never blink And shots rip through my mink Went to war wit the realist killas Killed friends over jealousy and envy My hearts empty Behind the wheel of my Bentley Cooped up feelin invincible Bout to take over the world I cant be stopped Not the feds or the fuckin cops Not even 17 shots Can but a end to this terror Ima live forever,cuz gangstas dont break We just get plastic surgery and relocate To anotha state Haulin,smilin,money pilin,wildin Yo Puff over done them fuckin violins Uh 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 Chorus: Fade til end [ Whatcha Gonna Do' Lyrics ]
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