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Mr. Shadow - What Am I to Do lyrics
[Chorus: Mr. Shadow] Now what am I to do Hoes wanna do me, foes wanna do me in Now what am I to do On the streets with the war, and shit you ain't known Now what am I to do I keep breaking the laws, stay rugged and raw uhh Now what am I to do If I come to jack him then I'm gonna jack you too [Mr. Shadow] What am I to do uhh check it out This is for my riders who be moving things Out of state with a full crate doing it big, fooling the pigs Who's in the mix and who's not You can tell by the way a fool talks and walks Around the clock, it's never to late to clock The longer you stay on the block, the bigger the knot We plot schemes that turn dreams into real life Handle our business and do the shit right Now what am I to do, yeah The streets are loyal so I gotta stay true Paid dues and the game will pay you, that's real Don't try to act sick, you'll sit down for your last meal The battle field is made out for real soldiers Bald motherfuckers with stripes on they shoulders Nothing can hold us now, we full throttle Money talks, bullshit walks, that's the motto [Chorus] Kickin' up dust, we kickin' up dirt Your picking up ounces, we pickin' up birds Under no circumstance do anything piety Why risk your ass trying to cop a quick twenty Every motherfucker I work with is major Nobody menos, nobody can break us Move makers, from Diego to Vegas Real players with the name you can't blame us Haters can't stand the next man doing better First you gotta master the skill to make cheddar Faster than the average when it comes to stacking cabbage It ain't a hobby motherfucker it's a habit I have it in my blood (what) to taste lute And take fruit to the cranium harder than titanium It's like a stadium we all play in it Some of you lose and most of us come out winnin' [Chorus] If you all about banging, making others hate you They hate you cause you doing it right, plain and simple Sicko ass fools with tattoos, on the free way In Sunny Southern Cali, CA is where we play Gangs, ten steps ahead of these lames Shipping out full crates from the state where it never rains Don't complain or take two to the brain I'll drag your body like the foot drags a ball on the chain You say nothin' when they ask you somethin' You get the run in or get done in when I'm dumpin' 13 rounds that's the sound, then you hit the ground You ain't safe or sound when I'm around Now everybody listen, stop, look Lie straight or get booked by this Southside crook Yeah, I leave em shooked in the state of shock Don't get caught on my block with no strap and your pants drop [Chorus] Now what am I to do Now what am I to do Now what am I to do Now what am I to do, to do, to do, to do |
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