Текст песни What U Gonna Do - K-Rino
We
be
back
street
flipping
stacking
slipping
Money
coming
clean
and
these
laws
still
tripping
I'm
a
certifiied
street
cat
cash
flow
holder
A
double
OG
with
hood
stripes
on
my
shoulders
Every
now
and
then
a
hater
make
be
a
headbussa
South
Park
son
of
a
Third
Ward
Hustla
Who
came
up
in
the
ranks
and
then
tighten
up
my
skills
You
just
got
here
last
month
you
capping,
let's
be
for
real
If
they
put
some
pressure
on
you
boy
I
bet
you
blow
the
whistle
Fool
you
ain't
a
man
just
because
you
pack
a
pistol
Out
here
poisoning
your
hood
you
lil
ignorant
mothafucka
And
let
the
white
man
condition
you
to
kill
your
own
brother
See,
gangster
is
a
title
earned
better
learn
fast
Not
tattoos
on
your
arms
your
pants
hanging
off
your
ass
Your
vision
of
the
American
Dream
ain't
what
it
seems
Open
your
eyes
young
homie
you
fighting
your
own
team
What
you
gonna
do
when
your
hustle
fall
dead
The
boys
start
checking
you
on
every
word
that
you
said
When
you
start
getting
snatched
by
these
racist
ass
hogs
And
the
friends
that
you
thought
you
had
throw
you
to
the
dogs
What
you
gonna
do
if
martial
law
come
around
And
these
laws
rush
in
and
start
shutting
things
down
And
the
life
that
you
thought
was
real
proof
counterfeit
And
the
money
that
you
kill
over's
no
longer
worth
shit!
(K-Rino)
Nowadays
it's
a
known
fact
snitching
is
contagious
Half
the
fools
you
think
is
real
is
illuminati
agents
You
flunked
the
semester
with
your
artificial
flyness
Your
overall
grade
in
the
hood
is
a
F
minus
How
many
blacks
do
these
laws
gotta
kill
Before
we
start
busting
back
on
their
ass
with
loaded
steel?
Instead
we
see
them
coming
fold
up
or
run
Preachers
scared
to
square
them
off
that's
why
I
roll
with
Farrakhan
And
they
taping
conversations
every
sort
So
don't
say
nothing
on
the
phone
that
you
might
hear
again
in
court
Here
we
are,
throwed
off
the
black
family
ruined
Analyze
today
these
shit
that
your
kids
see
you
doing
If
you
been
selling
dope
for
ten
years
and
hustling
tough
And
you
ain't
rich
enough
to
stop
it's
time
to
give
the
game
up
Get
your
understanding
up
and
try
to
see
the
big
picture
Bottom
line
is
they
want
your
ass
them
bastards
gon
get
ya
(K-Rino)
Hellified
gun
fire
flying
through
the
night
How
many
homies
gotta
die
before
we
get
our
minds
right?
My
homegirl's
a
stripper
not
because
of
reflation
It's
cuz
her
sorry
ass
don't
wanna
go
get
a
real
occupation
We
don't
know
we
God's
people
so
we
see
our
own
and
flame
them
But
then
again
if
they
ain't
got
the
knowledge
then
how
can
you
blame
them?
Self-righteous
ass
negros
get
hung
from
a
limb
Cuz
if
you
got
it
and
you
don't
teach
them
then
you
worst
then
them
What
category
do
you
fall
in:
the
G
or
the
hater?
The
sellout
or
the
warrior,
the
real
homie
or
the
traitor?
Hoops
or
the
branches,
the
angel
or
the
menace?
Fools
that
sold
out
to
receive
or
reduce
sentence
How
the
hell
you
fix
your
month
to
say
you
fighting
for
freedom
When
like
a
corner
store
in
the
hood
you
just
pimp
them
and
bleed
them
The
Devil's
curriculum
was
formatted
to
trick
them
If
you
scared
of
revolution
I
hope
you
the
first
victim
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