Whatcha Gonna Do Shyne

[Verse 1]
Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves, sold dope and sniffed blow
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe
Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now
It's been a lotta dick ridin', for lack of a better word
Speculations on the guns I hold underneath my furs
Similarities in my voice, nigga, check the words
I'm livin', went to the doors that pitch birds from the curb
Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs
It's the young Frank Matthews, the rap version
Touch my trap on my smack
The gats burstin', that's certain
Leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'
(Uh) Y’all got me fucked up like
My desert eagle and my sig don't bust right
Like my guns is racin', motherfucker, don't you know I
Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'
Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime
25 to life plus 9

[Hook 2X]
Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan
Take it like a man or snitch like a bitch
Whatcha gon' do when shit hit the fan
Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue