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Текст (слова) песни: Bushwick Bill - 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.

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? 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

Chorus 2X

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 [see-ya!]
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

Chorus 2X

 

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