Enemy Public - So Whatcha Gone Do Now Lyrics

Talkin dat drive by shit

Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit



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 muther f*ckin 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*ck

Or a damn 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 shit

Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

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