Bushwick Bill - Wha Cha Gonna Do paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wha Cha Gonna Do - Bushwick Bill



And ah
The secret of the hidden temple is that, ah
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 think you wouldn't understand
Whatcha 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, niggas put that on Chuck
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' thrill seeker
You can't scare me with no bullshit threats, I ain't afraid to die
Whatcha 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, nigga put that on Chuck
Whatcha 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, niggas put that on Chuck
The world is on some old new-improved shit
They building bombs every day, 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, niggas 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 s'posed 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 casualty, 'cause mentally I'm damaged G
So I ain't afraid to ride, I ain't afraid to kill
And I ain't afraid to die, motherfucker
Whatcha 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, nigga put that on Chuck
Whatcha 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, niggas put that on Chuck
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
Curiosity, killed the cat
And anybody gettin' curious with mines is gettin' disciplined black
I let 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 uninvited, it's also at a shitty time
Things can creep and snatch your ass up out your prime
I live my life aggressively, successfully, 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
Whatcha 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, niggas put that on Chuck
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, niggas put that on Chuck



Writer(s): Robin Leonard Trower, Bryan Ross, Mike Dean, John Bido


Bushwick Bill - Phantom of the Rapra
Album Phantom of the Rapra
date de sortie
11-07-1995




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