It's Gon' Be What It's Gon' Be

Big Loose Uh-huh Bloodline 2003 Big Jinx yeah, Big Loose uh-huh Let 'em loose I woke up to something telling me Coulda been a melody (c'mon!) To write verses heavily Or maybe it was heavenly (yeah!) Why'all niggaz ain't my pedigree Why'all niggaz on my dick so much Ya want to get sucked from the same bitch that headed me (uh-huh) Why'all niggaz need to let it be (let it be) I was sellin crack way back when Rakim was still with Eric B. (way back!) Still had why'all bookbags on trying to bet at these while I was gettin straight A's Not from a page, not from a book It was straight from being a crook Fuck the bullshit dawg what I needed I took (tell em!) Hear you weezin in the dark so I can see that you shook (I see you shook!) So I'ma just leave it alone (uh huh!) 'cause when I squeeze ain't a nigga left breathin when I be in the zone (bop bop bop!) So when I come through your block you betta be in ya home (be in ya home!) Or I'ma autograph a bullet that'll be in ya dome (uh huh) So stop the grillin and the frontin (for you) 'cause the wounds from the gun the hot blue ain't healin for nothin Motherfucker (that's crazy!) Gotta make it happen, it's all on me In the end it's gon be what its gon be You must be blind then if you can't see That in the end, it's gon be what it's gon be Put the streets on my back and I do it for free And the end its gon Lets get the shit started Who ready for the jump off? Why'all don't really want me to take the gun off Safety they hate me want to make me flip Why'all hatin ass niggaz why'all make me sick Why'all cats can't wear my shoes why'all too small A minime'll still be way bigger than why'all Think you nice at this I'll check you dawg Want to deal? somebody give him a deck of cards I know what's hot and what ain't hot I don't know how to talk about what I ain't got I don't rock jewels then I snatch ya belts 'cause coke and dro is worth more than gold to the ounce Why'all flashy cats why'all go head and get that We in the streets if my niggaz can't flip that I don't want to talk where the fight at niggaz Never hold my tongue and go right at niggaz That's what I said you can put it on me Gotta make it happen, it's all on me In the end it's gon be what its gon be You must be blind then if you can't see That in the end, it's gon be what it's gon be Put the streets on my back and I do it for free And the end its gon If it is what it is what they say its gon be (uh huh) Then fuck what they say 'cause it's all on me ( yeah) I touch and I spray and I land for free (yeah) So have a hundred shots or better when you playin with me (c'mon) Or when they playin with us they lay in the dust In a way that we bust to get paid is the must The eight that I buss in god we trust (god we trust) When you hear em' say that's them niggaz then the squad be us (thats them niggaz) We're gon trash them niggaz in a garbage truck (whooo!) They really don't want no parts of us (uh-uh) When I hunt these niggaz I get a rush (tell em!) I'm branging pieces to these niggaz home to the pumps And I'm home with the pump (yeah) Then I hit the streets so I can rome with the pump (yeah) Put a hole in the trunk (c'mon) What you want, tear ya vest apart (tear ya vest apart!) Shoot ya chest out your back So I can test out your heart (whooo!) Muthafucker!