2pac - Whatz Next lyrics
(feat. A3, Jay Rock) [2Pac:] Tell me what the f** am I suppose to do Now what's next Tell me what the f** am I suppose to do Now what's next Caught up in the middle My life's a riddle Don't let it get ya I wanna be legal But it's this hustle that get me richer One love to my peoples makin' money I can see you bubblin' Avoid all trouble Beware of devils continue strugglin' Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way So get your mind on official business You can be great And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave So get paid My n***az do this every f**in' day We parlay Through politics and conversation This information to my thug n***az in the congregation Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation Separation is self destruction What's needed is unification Cause the world ain't hardly scared If not prepared Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there But no one cares it's there to share All we get is stares Because of fear we'll evaporate Say your prayers And what's next [Chorus x2:] Hard livin' got me goin' insane But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game Whatz next I'm goin' crazy Tell me tell me what the f** am I suppose to do Whatz next [A3:] (Aye its on A3) Makaveli tried to warn us But n***az ain't listen to Pac Naw (listen listen) n***a really listen to Pac sh** yean got it yet (no) Then you won't get it Might as well measure 'em up And have his a** fitted Why Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane Never will change n***az wit' no name no shame Might open ya head foe mess broke change I stay posted like a flag (flag) Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag) Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now Time foe a change Real n***az rollin' wit' me Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets Side track by the broads and the frauds Ain't it strange It's the reason so many n***az get scarred in the game Whatz next [Chorus x2] [Jay Rock:] That money gotta make it What I gotta do to make it Do I really gotta take it Put this mack up to you face it Doin' what we gotta do to survive Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by Some n***az stick to the crime Pitchin' nickel and dimes What the f** we s'pose to do Who gon' give us a job So I tried and tried Tried to get out the grind But the block kept on callin' me back Fiends kept on callin' for crack So I supply 'em wit' that Gave 'em a reasonable fee n***a don't blame it on me sh** just look where I'm at n***az in gardens LAPD is the target n***az is heartless hustle regardless Look that dope spot use to be an apartment But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin Whatz next [Chorus x2]