Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wha Cha Gonna Do, artist - Bushwick Bill. Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
Wha Cha Gonna Do |
| And ahh… the secret of the hidden temple is that ahh |
| You gotta listen, as I run it down the business |
| The jungle creed, is that the strongest feeds, on any prey it can |
| And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man |
| Hahaha! |
| Full swing for the jungle. |
| John Bido in the house, it’s a black man thing you wouldn’t understand. |
| What cha gonna do when the world’s on fire? |
| I’ma light a spliff, and keep gettin higher |
| The world’s bout to end |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| I ain’t scared to die, niggaz put that on Chuck |
| Verse One: |
| Put me in a room with four gats and four clips |
| Aimed at my dome and I bet I won’t flinch |
| At least I get to know I’m going out in a blast |
| So either pull the trigger or you tricks better mash |
| Cause I ain’t afraid to kill neither |
| I snatch your soul like the motherfuckin grim reaper |
| I be the, man that worries not about life |
| I’d rather piss in the wind than take a risk with eyes, yeah |
| A brave man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths |
| Fuck a right, I make a thousand lefts |
| Cause I’m a motherfuckin thrillseeker |
| You can’t scare me with no bullshit threats, I ain’t afraid to die |
| Verse Two: |
| The world is on some old new-improved shit |
| They building bombs everyday but screaming peace |
| A piece of pussy nowaday could cost a nigga life |
| The condom ain’t shit, the rubber breaks and that’s your life |
| Babies havin babies knowin not what to do For some grown ass men, niggaz old as me and you |
| Think a nigga fuck a kid needs his motherfuckin dick chopped off |
| Cause youse a child molester, that ain’t cool motherfucker |
| Mamas keeping sons from their daddies |
| What you sposed to teach him bitch? |
| You ain’t no man, youse a hoe |
| Monkey see, monkey do What you want my son to act like me or act like you, shit |
| I’m on the verge of suicide, so what’s murder? |
| Another casuality, cause mentally I’m damaged G So I ain’t afraid, I ain’t afraid to kill |
| And I ain’t afraid to die, motherfucker |
| Verse Three: |
| A punk can be controlled by death threats |
| A man’s not a man if he can’t take a stand and umm |
| Confront your foes nigga everybody bleeds |
| So fuck bowing down to another nigga’s needs |
| Curiousity, killed the cat |
| And anybody gettin curious with mines is gettin disciplined black |
| I lets the motherfuckin fo'-fo'click |
| And that’s the end of that big bad nigga shit |
| How can you be afraid of what’s bound to happen |
| You can’t run and try to hide from death |
| Death is univited, it’s also at a shitty time |
| Things can creep and snatch your ass up out your prime, I lives my life |
| Agressively, succesfully, I press to be Demanding with myself and not profess to be You can’t impress me with no bullshit threats |
| I squabble any motherfucker out your set, motherfucker |