Wha Cha Gonna Do Lyrics

Wha Cha Gonna Do

And ahh... the secret of the hidden temple is that ahh
You gotta listen, as I
run it down the business
The jungle creed, is that the strongest feeds, on
any prey it can
And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a
man
Hahaha! Full swing for the jungle.
John Bido in the house, it's a
black man thing you wouldn't
understand.
Chorus:
What cha gonna do
when the world's on fire?
I'ma light a spliff, and keep gettin higher
The
world's bout to end
I don't give a fuck
I ain't scared to die, niggaz put
that on Chuck
Verse One:
Put me in a room with four gats and four
clips
Aimed at my dome and I bet I won't flinch
At least I get to know
I'm going out in a blast
So either pull the trigger or you tricks better
mash
Cause I ain't afraid to kill neither
I snatch your soul like the
motherfuckin grim reaper
I be the, man that worries not about life
I'd
rather piss in the wind than take a risk with eyes, yeah
A brave man dies
once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths
Fuck a right, I make a thousand
lefts
Cause I'm a motherfuckin thrillseeker
You can't scare me with no
bullshit threats, I ain't afraid to die
Chorus 2X
Verse Two:
The world
is on some old new-improved shit
They building bombs everyday but screaming
peace
A piece of pussy nowaday could cost a nigga life
The condom ain't
shit, the rubber breaks and that's your life
Babies havin babies knowin not
what to do
For some grown ass men, niggaz old as me and you
Think a nigga
fuck a kid needs his motherfuckin dick chopped off
Cause youse a child
molester, that ain't cool motherfucker
Mamas keeping sons from their
daddies
What you sposed to teach him bitch? You ain't no man, youse a
hoe
Monkey see, monkey do
What you want my son to act like me or act like
you, shit
I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder?
Another
casuality, cause mentally I'm damaged G
So I ain't afraid, I ain't afraid to
kill
And I ain't afraid to die, motherfucker
Chorus 2X
Verse
Three:
A punk can be controlled by death threats
A man's not a man if he
can't take a stand and umm
Confront your foes nigga everybody bleeds
So
fuck bowing down to another nigga's needs
Curiousity, killed the cat
And
anybody gettin curious with mines is gettin disciplined black
I lets the
motherfuckin fo'-fo' click
And that's the end of that big bad nigga shit
[see-ya!]
How can you be afraid of what's bound to happen
You can't run
and try to hide from death
Death is univited, it's also at a shitty
time
Things can creep and snatch your ass up out your prime, I lives
my
life
Agressively, succesfully, I press to be
Demanding with myself
and not profess to be
You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
I
squabble any motherfucker out your set, motherfucker
Chorus 2X