Bushwick Bill

Wha Cha Gonna Do

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