Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age
Song:   So Whatcha Gone Do Now?

        Talkin dat drive by shit
        Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit

        Talkin dat drive by thang
        Everybody talking dat gangsta swang

        Slaves to the rhythm of the master
        Buck boom buck another
        Neighborhood disaster
        (Drummer hit me one)

        A gun iz a gun iz
        A muther fuckin gun
        But an organized side
        Keep a sellout niga on the run

        What you gonna do to get paid
        Step on the rest of the hood
        Till the drug raid

        See you runnin like roaches
        Black gangstas need track coaches

        The white law set you up raw
        When you have his trust in killin us

        Talkin dat gattalk
        Walkin dat catwalk
        Where you tryin to go wit dat
        Dont even go dere wit dat rap
        Guns drugs an money
        All you know how
        So whatcha gonna do now?

        I'm bout ready to bounce

        Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
        An 40 ounce

        Madd uncivilized lifestyles
        30 years bids for kids, now thats wild

        I'm raisin my child
        I'm steppin to da curb
        Wit a sign do not disturb

        Too much dont give a fuck
        Or a damn thing
        But choose what the other man bring

        I sing a song cause I see wrong

        I'm not down with the fe fi fo
        Where I come from
        See, the brothers aint dumb

        Sense goes over nonsense
        When it makes no sense
        I'm throwin up da fence

        Talkin dat drive by shit
        Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit
        Talkin dat drive by thang
        Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang

        Talkin dat gattalk
        Walkin dat catwalk
        Were you tryin to go wit dat
        Dont even go there wit dat rap
        Guns drugs & money
        All you know how
        So whatcha gone do now?

        Break

        The only good niga iz a dead niga

        Dats what they used to say

        Cant understand why a man
        Gotta use a trigga
        On his own, suppose to act grown

        Cracka in da back
        Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother

        Couldn't shoot and shot a mother

        Four kids alone home
        Ungrown & now they on they own
        Now check yourself cool
        What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool
        Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk