[Verse 1: 2Pac]
And huh, I started out dumb, sprung off a hood rat
Listening to the radio, wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed, I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was f**ing me, man
Listen: I've got a scheme, break away, do my own thing
Drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring
n***as ain't wanna see me rise
97 watch me cut these motherf**ers down to size
And if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me
Got a playa in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards living as a thug
Count my blessings and don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe they see me rolling, look at all this green I'm holding
I guess that's why they're envious and get their eyes swollen
Hoping the heavenly father love a hustler
Meet the hardest n***a on the Earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me, "Have a heart" — f** their feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started, we cold hearted
n***as in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip, time to mash, they asked for it
Me, Makaveli, I'm a motherf**er
We break bread, now we thug brothers
n***as talk a lot of non-sh** I choose to ignore it
A war? They ain't ready for it
[Chorus]
Now what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you
Now what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you
Tell me now what'cha gonna do, When my n***as
Come for you?
Now what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Watch me clown, give me loving when I'm high
I'm an outlaw baby, I'll be thuggin' till I die
In my drop-top double-R, life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them n***as out the sight of my night scope
Cooking white dope got my n***a 25-to-life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli — a born leader, 10 millimeter
Change a n***a's future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heed, from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the Earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it's alright
I'm in the studio making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated till the d**h
Trying to beat me out my last breath
Whatcha gonna do?
[Chorus]
Now what'cha gonna do?, when my n***as come for you
Tell me now what'cha gonna do, When my n***as
Come for you?
Tell me now what'cha gonna do?, When my n***as
Come for you?
What'cha gonna do, When my n***as come for you?
[Verse 3: Storm]
Who's to blame for my mind frame
Tryin' to lead this money game
Got me fiendin' for riches wantin' to k** for a taste of fame...
Recurrin' dreams of illness ends, front page magazines
Livin' life like a thug queen...
But instead, I'm having nightmares
They call 'em Outlaw premonitions of premeditated missions...
Livin' conditions suspicious, so they got me on a hit list
Wishin' that I was flip like a wet b**h...
But it's the timin' n***a
And I've been waiting for years, I put my grind in n***a...
I see you scoping, cause I got what you want to flaunt
My every calculated move is a nail to ya coffin...
Not what ya don't know is I got .16 point holla
Thugged out female Boss shot-calla...
Now what you gonna do?..
Where's yo busta a** crew?..
When my n***as come for you...
(When we come for ya)
[Chorus]
Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?
Now, n***a now, now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?
Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you
(Throw your hands up), now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you
(Whatchu running fo'), now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?
(Busted), Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as for you?
(when we come for ya)
Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as for you
Hahaha
(When they come for you)
(When they come for you )
Shhh..
When they come for you