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Current version of Shyne Lyrics Whatcha Gonna Do (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/shyne/whatcha/) Current version of the lyrics |
Version 2 of Shyne Lyrics Whatcha Gonna Do (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/shyne/whatcha/v2.html) Version 2 of the lyrics | |||||||||||||
| Once upon a time, not long ago | Once upon a time, not long ago | |||||||||||||
| 1 | When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo' | When gangstas rock waves smoke dope and sniff blow | 1 | |||||||||||
| There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe | There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe | |||||||||||||
| Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now | Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now | |||||||||||||
| 1 | 1 | |||||||||||||
| It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words | It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words | |||||||||||||
| 2 | For lack of a betta words | Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs | 2 | |||||||||||
| 3 | Speculations on the guns, I hold underneath my furs | Similarities in my voice nigga check the words | 3 | |||||||||||
| 2 | Similarities in my voice, nigga, check the words | 2 | ||||||||||||
| 3 | 3 | |||||||||||||
| I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur | I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds from the cur | |||||||||||||
| Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs | Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs | |||||||||||||
| 4 | It's the young Frank Matthews, the rap version | Since the young Frank Matthews the rap version | 4 | |||||||||||
| Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' | Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' | |||||||||||||
| 5 | That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin' | thats sertin leave ya face and ya | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | chest and ya back jerkin' | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 7 | Y'all got me fucked up like | Uh--y'all got me fucked up like | 7 | |||||||||||
| 8 | My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right | My desert eagle and my zig don't bust right | 8 | |||||||||||
| 9 | Like my guns is racin', muthafucka, don't you know I | Like my guns is racin',muthafucka don't you know I | 9 | |||||||||||
| Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' | Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' | |||||||||||||
| Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime | Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime | |||||||||||||
| 10 | Twenty-five to life plus nine | 25 to life plus 9 | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | [Chorus: x2] | 11 | |||||||||||
| 1 | Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan | 1 | ||||||||||||
| Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | |||||||||||||
| 12 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan | 12 | |||||||||||
| 13 | Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue | Pray to God,go hard or lay up in the morgue | 13 | |||||||||||
| 14 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | Evil grin,dead eyes, walkin wit a bock, monster | 14 | |||||||||||
| 4 | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | 4 | ||||||||||||
| 5 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 5 | ||||||||||||
| 6 | Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 7 | 7 | |||||||||||||
| 8 | Evil grin, dead eyes, walkin' wit a bock, monster | 8 | ||||||||||||
| Best way to describe my posture | Best way to describe my posture | |||||||||||||
| 15 | In this world of sin, I'm as wicked as they come | In this world of sin I'm as wicked as they come | 15 | |||||||||||
| Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done | Moonlightin' as a rapper get this ticket and I'm done | |||||||||||||
| 16 | Ain't enough money here I ratha be in the tropics | 16 | ||||||||||||
| 17 | Ain't enough money here, I ratha be in the tropics | Wit cau-si-cans when narcotics is the only topic | 17 | |||||||||||
| 18 | Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the only topic | Persian rocks and things the man that made the snow | 18 | |||||||||||
| 19 | Persian rocks and things the man that made of snow | Tiger Paul | 19 | |||||||||||
| 20 | Tiger par and every other form of raw | And every other form of raw | 20 | |||||||||||
| 21 | Since a team been handlin, nigga been scramblin' | 21 | ||||||||||||
| 9 | Since a team been handlin', nigga been scramblin' | 9 | ||||||||||||
| Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin' | Bettin' on money in Vegas gamblin' | |||||||||||||
| 22 | Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin', staggerin' | Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',staggerin' | 22 | |||||||||||
| 23 | More than you can imaginin' | More than you can imaginin | 23 | |||||||||||
| 24 | Uh--thoughts randomin, runnin through my mind | 24 | ||||||||||||
| 25 | Thoughts randomin', runnin' through my mind | Like who's the best MC's - Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne | 25 | |||||||||||
| 26 | Like who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne | Demented as a young'n, apple 2nd comin' | 26 | |||||||||||
| 10 | Demented as a young'n, apple second comin' | 10 | ||||||||||||
| Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum | Evil thoughts runnin' through my cerebellum | |||||||||||||
| 27 | Shyne Poe what the fuck you gon' tell 'em? | 27 | ||||||||||||
| 28 | Shyne Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell 'em? | All you niggas that wanna be fly my | 28 | |||||||||||
| 29 | All you niggas that wanna be fly, my gun shots'll propel 'em | gun shots'll propell 'em | 29 | |||||||||||
| Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin' | Leavin' somewhere smellin', repellin' | |||||||||||||
| 30 | Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastards, c'mon | Closed caskets for you fuckin' bastads c'mon | 30 | |||||||||||
| 31 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | [Chorus: x2] | 31 | |||||||||||
| 11 | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | 11 | ||||||||||||
| 12 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 12 | ||||||||||||
| 13 | Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue | 13 | ||||||||||||
| 32 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | Only the strong survive,weak niggas bleed | 32 | |||||||||||
| 33 | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | And get found,wit they fuckin' face down | 33 | |||||||||||
| 14 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 14 | ||||||||||||
| 15 | Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue | 15 | ||||||||||||
| 16 | 16 | |||||||||||||
| 17 | Only the strong survive and weak niggas bleed | 17 | ||||||||||||
| 18 | And get found, wit they fuckin' face down | 18 | ||||||||||||
| Numb from the waist down | Numb from the waist down | |||||||||||||
| 34 | I done been to hell and back twice and still in crack | I done been to hell and back | 34 | |||||||||||
| 35 | Twice and still in crack | 35 | ||||||||||||
| 36 | Stare death in the eyes and never blink | Staired death and the eyes and never blink | 36 | |||||||||||
| 37 | Headshots rip through my mink | And shots rip through my mink | 37 | |||||||||||
| Went to war wit the realist killas | Went to war wit the realist killas | |||||||||||||
| Killed friends over jealousy and envy | Killed friends over jealousy and envy | |||||||||||||
| 38 | My heart's empty | 38 | ||||||||||||
| 39 | My heart's empty behind the wheel of my Bentley | Behind the wheel of my Bentley | 39 | |||||||||||
| 40 | Coked up, feelin' invincible | Cooped up feelin' invincible | 40 | |||||||||||
| 41 | 'Bout to take over the world, I can't be stopped | 'Bout to take over the world I can't be stopped | 41 | |||||||||||
| 42 | Not the feds or the fuckin' cops, not even seventeen shots | Not the feds or the fuckin' cops | 42 | |||||||||||
| 43 | Not even 17 shots | 43 | ||||||||||||
| 44 | Can put a end to this terror | Can but a end to this terror | 44 | |||||||||||
| 45 | I'ma live forever 'cause gangstas don't break | I'ma live forever,cuz gangstas don't break | 45 | |||||||||||
| 46 | We just get plastic surgery and relocate to anotha state | We just get plastic surgery and relocate | 46 | |||||||||||
| 47 | Or island, smilin', money pilin', wildin' | To anotha state | 47 | |||||||||||
| 48 | Yo Puff, over done them fuckin' violins | or island ,smilin',money pilin',wildin' | 48 | |||||||||||
| 49 | Yo Puff over done them fuckin' violins | 49 | ||||||||||||
| 50 | This shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North | Uh this shit is bigger than me though ask Oliver North | 50 | |||||||||||
| 51 | Kill you then use your corpse to transport horse | Kill you then use your corpse,to transport hearts | 51 | |||||||||||
| Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window | Leave ya brains hangin' from ya fuckin' car window | |||||||||||||
| Any nigga snitch and givin' info | Any nigga snitch and givin' info | |||||||||||||
| 19 | 19 | |||||||||||||
| Since my motha stomach coke and liquor | Since my motha stomach coke and liquor | |||||||||||||
| Was the mixture | Was the mixture | |||||||||||||
| Betta be prepared when we hit ya | Betta be prepared when we hit ya | |||||||||||||
| 52 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | [Chorus: Fade til end] | 52 | |||||||||||
| 20 | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | 20 | ||||||||||||
| 21 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 21 | ||||||||||||
| 22 | Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue | 22 | ||||||||||||
| 23 | 23 | |||||||||||||
| 24 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 24 | ||||||||||||
| 25 | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | 25 | ||||||||||||
| 26 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 26 | ||||||||||||
| 27 | Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue | 27 | ||||||||||||
| 28 | 28 | |||||||||||||
| 29 | Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? | 29 | ||||||||||||
| 30 | Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch | 30 | ||||||||||||
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