| Big Shug, one life to live
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| Make good choices you feel me, yeah
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| «Whatcha gonna do with your life…
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| Whatcha gonna do with your life, my friend my friend»
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| Young man grows up without his pops around
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| Find ways around his mother, and how to sneak around
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| He got basketball skills, no doubt
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| He live in the ghetto, figures this’ll get him out
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| Yeah, momma’s drunk and shiz uncle on skid riz
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| Stuck in front of TV, watchin MTV’s Cribs
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| Forget school, focus is not there
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| He’d rather hang out, in Murderpan Square
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| It’s where the cats is ballin, females is callin
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| Shootin hot shots, everybody sprawled out
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| No doubt, it’s gangster to the core
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| He don’t know nothin about, pushin raw
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| You ask him 'bout homework, he already did it
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| Who the fuck he kiddin, we been there before
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| All of us done seen it, all of us done been there
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| Ain’t no way you got wins in the square, the square…
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| Pretty girl, pretty long hair
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| Fly young lady niggas know her everywhere
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| Raised by her moms, in the projects
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| With true street code, discipline and respect
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| Mom didn’t work she collected them checks
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| Didn’t know her little girl, was headin for a wreck
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| Cats started givin her dough, for her pretty face
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| She realized her looks, could get her just any place
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| Started smokin crack, it’s the new thing
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| Started sellin her necklaces and gold rings
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| After the smokin, and late par-ties
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| She had nothin left to give but her bo-dy
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| She soon became, a prostitute
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| Caught AIDS lived her last days on the stoop
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| With bags, and no place to go
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| How could a girl like that, sink so low, so low…
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| Young girl, pregnant as hell
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| Ready to pick a fight as soon as she hear the bell, f’real
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| Still drinkin, still smokin on crack
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| Every night different niggas runnin up her back
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| And she not realizin there’s a kid inside
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| A life inside, a future inside
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| She’s still selfish, lil' ol' bitch
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| She wanna go crazy when she can’t get her wish
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| She got a sugar daddy to grant her wish
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| He gave her plenty money just to eat her fish
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| She pretty, young 22 years old
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| Tight fightin skirts no maternity clothes
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| And if you say she won’t be a good mom
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| She’ll break out with the razor to do you harm
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| She hope the baby looks like her, great
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| Soon after the birth he’s a ward of the state, f’real, f’real…
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| What you gonna do, with your life
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| What you gonna do my friend, heyyy
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| Make good choices, Big Shug, Maus, one |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Gonna Do , by - Big Shug. Song from the album Street Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп