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What'cha Gonna Do?

Shyne

Shyne

2000

Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo'
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe
Puttin' it down,

State of pain like mercury
Hearing pink illusions
Gorgeous at eighty five
Older at twenty three

I drink the water out of time
I said has anybody

the state line 
20 hours straight to get back to the grind
Road trippin' with this sweet love of mine 

Back in Glendale they shoot to kill 
Halfway home

I can't speak on no nigga they do shit for the gram You really gon die by the state bitch I'm just trying to see let me know what it ain't They

on the pavement 
Got pulled by the law I’m running from probation 
She ask for license and my registration
I hit the gas ain’t time for no debating 
I hit dash

the shadows
Keep faith in dark circuitry
Crossing State lines, hauling cargo
Under toxic cloud, red-zone Chicago
Buzz drones in the sky, search dogs

in our own
Just us in the bluegrass state

In 2009
Our little family grows and we move back home
And life just seem to accelerate

By 2013
We're

own lane when I swerve by,
Lines like cocaine mixed like stir fry.
My hooks flame and the verse fire.
See me glowin’ from my third eye. 
Leave my

do a lot because I'm naturally fly.
I'm like a cool breeze invisible and passing you by.
But it's me, fool, it isn't you.
Quit wondering why

Chorus

be hot we fired off 65 rounds
A glock twenty three be my personal smoked
I'm spending out money and making it back
I know to control it

Dealer mindset

Twenty-two you've done it!
Numb to the pain
In my own head
Think I'm going insane
Pistol in my lap
I ain't here to entertain
Whiskey and the nine

It’s Nice outside by the streetlight
Had a couple paths
But you know I chose the street life
Move a couple packs
Show you how to flip a P like
I

ain’t gotta state they stance, ya hear me…”


When you gotta feed the fam
It’s a lot of heat to stand 
Get the fuck up out the kitchen
Make a lot

ya nuts. All That hate and that envy ain’t really adding up, Multiple It By 20 And Put some of it up. Told my girl 1day you gone be in That Bentley

with them sticks yea dem metal poles 

We ain’t beefing over hoes we just fck em yea we know da code 
Aye tie dat Nigga fa ransom 20k I just need rope

Hook 
Bitch it s 4:20 and I'm smoking in the studio 
Getting high Making ratchet music for these boujee hoes 
Say they wanna fly with the team but

the station you got to be careful with what you state
Il be out on bail, soon il be back to better days
Gotta keep my fingers crossed, please mr lottery

I assumed people changed
But clearly I was wrong
You're still doing what you were 20 years ago
But now it's even worse
Conquering requires

I assumed people changed
But clearly I was wrong
You're still doing what you were 20 years ago
But now it's even worse
Conquering requires

Counting out these twenties thumbing through bands
State property only option is to get down on lay down
Investigation still pending on some street

This bitch a cougar I got 20 in a 45
Got that Ruger it's gone leave them niggas mortified
Twelve come ain't saying shit got the block fortified
They

on my sound
They just scared that I'ma snatch the crown
Wear it better than 'em in my town
I keep getting deals from states all over
Trips to Florida

the sleazy way
Now I'm in the club by myself after getting paid
I just made 20 in my sleep feel like I'm getting laid
I was at the beach in the winter in

tortured by symbolic dreams
They place a hand upon his heart while claiming total sympathy
And dug in deeper to his mind performing soul surgery
They almost