Public Enemy So Whatcha Gone Do Now? Lyrics
            Talkin dat drive by s___
            Everybody talkin dat gangsta s___
        
            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 m_____ f___in 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
            Dont 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 thats wild
        
            I'm raisin my child
            I'm steppin to da curb
            Wit a sign do not disturb
        
            Too much dont give a f___
            Or a d___ 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 aint dumb
        
            Sense goes over nonsense
            When it makes no sense
            I'm throwin up da fence
        
            Talkin dat drive by s___
            Everybody talkin dat gangsta s___
            Talkin dat drive by thang
            Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang
        
            Talkin dat gattalk
            Walkin dat catwalk
            Were you tryin to go wit dat
            Dont even go there wit dat rap
            Guns drugs & money
            All you know how
            So whatcha gone do now?
        
            Break
        
            The only good niga iz a dead niga
        
            Dats what they used to say
        
            Cant 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 & now they on they own
            Now check yourself cool
            What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool
            Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk
        
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