Public Enemy Lyrics
"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

Don't 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 that's wild

I'm raisin' my child

I'm steppin' to da curb

Wit a sign do not disturb

Too much don't 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 ain't 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

Don't even go there wit dat rap

Guns, drugs and money

All you know how

So whatcha gone do now?

The only good niga iz a dead niga

Dats what they used to say

Can't 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 and now they on they own

Now check yourself cool

What good is da hood if ya actin' a fool

Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk