Storm - Fright Night (Whatcha Gonna Do OG) lyrics

[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