[2Pac:] Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what´s next
Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what´s next
Caught up in the middle My life´s a riddle Don´t let it get ya I wanna be legal But it´s this hustle that get me richer One love to my peoples makin´ money I can see you bubblin´ Avoid all trouble Beware of devils continue strugglin´ Nothin´s impossible if there´s a will there´s a way So get your mind on official business You can be great And it´s been this way from the cradle to the grave
So get paid My niggaz do this every fuckin´ day We parlay Through politics and conversation This information to my thug niggaz in the congregation Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation Separation is self destruction What´s needed is unification Cause the world ain´t hardly scared If not prepared Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there But no one cares it´s there to share All we get is stares Because of fear we´ll evaporate Say your prayers
And what´s next
[Chorus x2:] Hard livin´ got me goin´ insane But I´m addicted to the hustle I´m trapped in the game Whatz next I´m goin´ crazy Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Whatz next
[A3:] (Aye its on A3) Makaveli tried to warn us But niggaz ain´t listen to Pac Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac Shit yean got it yet (no) Then you won´t get it
Might as well measure ´em up And have his ass fitted Why Caught slippin´ dog trippin´ didn´t soak game Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane Never will change niggaz wit´ no name no shame Might open ya head foe mess broke change I stay posted like a flag (flag) Starin´ thru my rear view ballin´ in a jag (jag) Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town We gon´ put these artificial bustas in they place now Time foe a change Real niggaz rollin´ wit´ me Money makin´ swift decision we controllin´ the streets Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain´t it strange It´s the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game
Whatz next
[Chorus x2]
[Jay Rock:] That money gotta make it What I gotta do to make it Do I really gotta take it Put this mack up to you face it Doin´ what we gotta do to survive Just ask Kweli doin´ what we do to get by Some niggaz stick to the crime Pitchin´ nickel and dimes What the fuck we s´pose to do
Who gon´ give us a job So I tried and tried Tried to get out the grind But the block kept on callin´ me back Fiends kept on callin´ for crack So I supply ´em wit´ that Gave ´em a reasonable fee Nigga don´t blame it on me Shit just look where I´m at Niggaz in gardens LAPD is the target Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless Look that dope spot use to be an apartment But now it´s just a place to hide the guns in the closet Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet We just tryin´ hard not to see that coffin