Wha Cha Gonna Do

Bushwick Bill

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.



Chorus:



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



Chorus 2X



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? Yo