Whatcha Gonna Do (Letra)

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(hahaha)
And ugh

I started out dumb
Sprung off 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 fucking me man
Listen
I’ve got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
’97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don’t let them frame me
I’ve been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug 
Count my blessings
Don’t stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I’m holding
I guess that’s why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on 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 masks that’ll blast at 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 brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain’t ready for it (huhuh)

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]

My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine

My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust

When I got the sawed-off

Niggas gettin’ halved off

Yer, nigga beware 
Stand clear

This nigga’s scared

Man I don’t really care
I’ve been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge

The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you fucking with a grown man

And I can’t afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann’ do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Watch me clown
Give me loving when I’m high
I’ma outlaw baby I’ll be thugging ‘till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
‘Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin’ weed like it alright
I’m in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated ‘till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

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Daniel Bedingfield

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[chorus]
I say
I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]
Wha-wha wha-wha whaaat

[jayo felony]
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When im in texas im bumpin’ screw music
With big mike and scarface and luke loop
Me and lil’ crook like bo and luke duke
When im in miama i go to scoop luke
To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
Went to branson, back to back, lex coup
Up in "harlem world" in my timb boots
Two suckers had beef so i watched them shoot
Called up benny rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen t-funk he took is to the fruit
Then he went to the tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
Slang a cassette to funkmaster flex
And now im bumpin’ on east coast tapedecks
Went from swatch to platinum rolex
S.d., jersey we getting more sex
Flow next
Go next

[chorus]
[hook]

Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]

[method man]
If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
I just begun to peep nightmare on elm street
Release from jones beach to south beach, capeesh?
Kickin dust as i bust, …. peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My niggas bring the funk like your grandpa feet
Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like hbo watching after dark
No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like mike, mike who my …
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So i bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crop scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We’re goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth, (dmx!)
Im running loco
Motherfucker
[chorus]

[hook]

[dmx]
I got a wicked flow and im gonna kick it yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go …
Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
Y’all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you’re supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin strange
Best to be ducking range
Talkin shit wearing a fuckin’ chain
I break niggaz like promises
Split em’ open like thomas’
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesnt mind doing time

[chorus]

[hook]

Whatcha Gonna Do (Letra)

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yeah thought you had me played huh
well check this out yeah
see all those times you thought you had me
fooled yeah
you were wrong ‘cos i knew this is for you

this is for all the times you did me wrong
and all the lady friends you strung along
i don’t ever want to see you cry
but i’m tired of your lies
this is for all the things you put me through
when lord knows i gave my all to you
no more in and out of my life
now’s the time i do things right

you can have
you can have all your money
you can keep all your lies
keep all your lies
you can take all of the games you played
cos’ baby i’m saying bye bye
baby i’m saying bye bye
you can have all your money
you can keep all your lies
keep all your lies
you can take all of the games you played
cos’ i’m saying bye bye baby

whatcha gonna do when
i’m over you and
i wanna know baby
whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when i’m gone
whatcha gonna do when
i’m over you and
i wanna know baby
whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when i’m gone

now that i’m done trading things with you
i’m wondering who your friends are calling a fool
i must have been blind to let you in my life
telling my friends i’ve found mr right
i’m so much stronger now that i’ve left you
you wouldn’t believe the changes i’ve been through
it won’t happen to me again i’d rather keep hanging
out with my friends

you can have
you can have all your money
you can keep all your lies
keep all your lies yeah
you can take all of the games you played
cos’ baby i’m saying bye bye
baby i’m saying bye bye
you can have all your money
you can keep all your lies
keep all your lies
you can take all of the games you played
cos’ i’m saying bye bye baby

whatcha gonna do when
whatcha gonna do
i’m over you and
tell me baby
whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when i’m gone
whatcha gonna do when
i’m over you and
let me know
whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do

oh i used to cry myself to sleep at night
cos you never gave a damn about me
so many rumours i could write you a song
of how you keep on doing me wrong
whatcha gonna do when i’m gone

whatcha gonna do when
i’m over you and
whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when
i’m over you and
whatcha gonna do
repeat to end

even though i hate to leave boy
for i cry as i walk out the door
i’m saying bye bye
bye bye bye bye baby

even though i hate to leave boy
for i cry as i walk out the door
i’m saying bye bye
bye bye bye bye baby
gone

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Whatcha Gonna Do? (Letra)

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(Yawn)
Hahaha
And ugh

I started out dumb
Sprung off 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 f**king me man
Listen
I’ve got a scheme
Break away do my own thing
Drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas they wanna see me rise
’97 watch me cut these motherf**kers down to size
And if I catch another case
Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room
Please don’t let them frame me
I’ve been dealt a lot of bad cards
Living as a thug
Count my blessings
Don’t stress in this land with no love
Maybe if they see me rolling
Look at all this green I’m holding
I guess that’s why the envious
Get their eye swollen
Hoping the heavenly farther love a hustler
Be the hardest nigga on earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me have a heart
F**k they feelings
I’ve been trying to make a million since we started
We cold hearted
Niggas in masks that’ll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip
Time to mash
They asked for it
Me Makaveli I’m a motherf**ker
We break bread
Now we thug brothers (huhuh)
Niggas talk a lot of nonsense
I choose to ignore
A war
They ain’t ready for it (huhuh)

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]

My nine is thuglord
My mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart
They shine when I shine

My ryhme is my grind
My team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught
Indeed they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust

When I got the sawed-off

Niggas gettin’ halved off

Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear

This nigga’s scared

Man I don’t really care
I’ve been lost loved (loved)
My heart need a hug (hug)
My bite leave blood (blood)
Fight with a grudge

The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves
But you will never know
With a price on your mug
And fight strips snug right around your hands
Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog you f**king with a grown man

And I can’t afford to loose
Where we from niggas told to do
So what cha ya wann’ do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Watch me clown
Give me loving when I’m high
I’ma outlaw baby I’ll be thugging ‘till I die
In drop-top double r
Life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend
‘Till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them niggas out the sight of mah night scope
Cooking white dope
Got mah nigga 25 to life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli
A born leader 10 millimeter
Changing niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heeds from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin’ weed like it alright
I’m in the studio
Making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise
They hated ‘till death
Try to beat me out my last breath
What cha gonna do?

[Chorus]

Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)
Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you
(What ya gonna do)

Whatcha Gonna Do (Letra)

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You tell me you’re keepin’ it real with me
You tell me that i’m the only one
You say you’ll never leave me lonely, girl
That was a lie

I never wanna see your face again
I don’t even wanna be your friend
Don’t wanna be used by you again
So i’m saying goodbye

[1] – girl, i know that you’re thinkin’
I’m just playing with your head
And i know you been tossing
And turning in your bed
Trying to figure out the reason
Why i left you all alone
Was it worth you giving up
The greatest love you’ve ever known

Listen baby

[2] – baby, whatcha gonna do without me
Whatcha gonna do without my love
Whatcha gonna do when my love is gone away from you
Whatcha gonna do without me
And everything i used to do for you
Whatcha gonna do when my love is gone away from you

Alright
I never shoulda put my trust in you
But i never thought you’d let me down
It seems like you get a thrill out of
Out of making me cry
And baby everybody’s seen it but me
Cuz i was so blind i couldn’t see
I never really needed your help
I could do for myself

[repeat 1]
[repeat 2]

Baby, can’t you see
I want it for you more
Than you want it for yourself
Always there for you
I was there for you, there for you
What ever you needed
You know what i’ve gone through for you

[mjg]
I was saying bye-bye baby
Now whatcha gonna do
My love is gone, the money gone and the house too
Now how bout you?
Get away from me and let me clear my mind
This is hurtin’ me just to visit you one more time
I know you fine but i ain’t gonna get distracted by your charm
I figure this is the beginning, you intended some harm
Remain calm, it ain’t no reason to drop the ball
You should get 10 points just for being on my arm
But still, that’s the past tense, i was speakin’ a then
You asking me ‘bout that woman now, it’s a negative ten"
I had to catch myself before i tried to make her my girl
Start a family and start to bring kids in this world
See life is like a gun, it can backfire then shoot you.
What’s good for the present ain’t always good for the future
I shake and shiver, look deeply in the mirrow at myself
Wondering will i make it with someone else
Whatcha gonna do…

[repeat 2 until fade]

Whatcha Gonna Do? (Letra)

2Pac

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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
It’s 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
I’m in for winter to doe’s 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–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
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 i’m done
Ain’t 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 who’s the best mc’s – biggie, jay-z, and shyne
Demented as a young’n, 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 shots’ll propell ‘em
Leavin’ somewhere smellin’, repellin’
Crows caskets for you fuckin’ bastads c’mon

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 heart’s empty
Behind the wheel of my bentley
Cooped up feelin’ invincible
‘bout to take over the world i can’t be stopped
Not the feds or the fuckin’ cops
Not even 17 shots
Can but a end to this terror
I’ma live forever,cuz gangstas don’t 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 (Letra)

Tupac

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Featuring femme fatale and rufus blaq

[femme fatale]
You done fucked up with this bitch
Nigga lucked up with mama warbucks
Left you stuck with the cluck-clucks
No allowin’, been down since the brown trench
Chemically imbalanced, no sex and head alice
Keep it moving nigga, pronto
Before you met me you was john doe
Tonto a.c. in a broncho, secrets only i know
Leave the premises lil’ man you ain’t paid for this
Jerk off and reminisce, drop them keys, you ain’t paid for shit

They call me boogie, the way i love ‘em and leave ‘em
Put some out, and deceive ‘em,
Cuz player, you the naive one fucking with college chicks
Or keep em ass bottom bitch
Star like astrologist, so what the problem here
No love loss, for a second played me santa claus
Hurt like a man who lost maybe the shit you ran across
Finessed it like the lord, rock candy you can afford
Manhood reassured, but you went overboard, what?

[monifah]
You cheat, you lie, you made me cry
I don’t really like this feeling
Deprived me of sexual healing, oh no
Stayed out all night, you creeped inside
Acting like things is cool
Trying to play me for your fool
Now i’m gonna change the rules

1 – whatcha gonna do
When i up and leave you
Who’s gonna bathe and feed you
Whatcha gonna do when i’m taking no more
When i change the locks to my door
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry
Where you gonna sleep tonight
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When i leave you

You’re out time, can’t change your mind
Tell me why you made me do this
Baby it was only a test and you failed
No need to ask, you’re free at last
Now go on and have your fun
Cause now mr. right one is the wrong one
And now you are the gone one

Repeat 1

Tell me where you gonna go
Cause i can’t taking no more
What you gonna do
Now that we are through
Where you gonna be
Cause it won’t be with me
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do

[rufus blaq]
You not the average chick, you got the runaway model
I taught you how to use the glass instead of out the bottle
Sip don’t swallow, i lead while you follow
Remember "i’m submissive to you daddy" was the motto
I created the chemistry made it all official
I kept it real withcha, down to the bone gristle
Never dissin’ you, missin’ you, always with you
Get you from the hair salon, people stare at the don

Repeat 1 until fade