WHATCHA GONNA DO Jayo Felony Feat/DMX and Method Man Uh, uh, what, what, yeah, yeah, uh 3 - Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh, huh, what Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh, what Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh, huh, what Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 1 - I say, I can give it to u but what u gonna do with it I can give it u but what u gonna do I can give it to u but what u gonna do with it I can give it to u but what, wha, wha, what Jayo Felony: I can give it to u but what u gonna do with it When I’m in TEXAS I’m bumpin’ screw music With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke loop Me and lil’ Crook like Bo and Luke duke When I’m in Miami I go to scoop Luke To see the peep show and hit some duke shoot Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup Up in Harlem World in my Timb boots Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof Seen T-Funk he took us to the fruit Then we went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof Mink coats and moet, bitches dripping sweat Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex And now I’m bumpin’ on east coast tape decks Went from Swatch to tha platinum Rolex S.D., Jersey we getting mo’ sex, flow next, go next Repeat 1 2 - I’m too sexy for my motherfuckin’ hood, hood I’m too sexy for my motherfuckin’ low rider I’m too sexy for my motherfuckin’ hood, hood I’m too sexy for my motherfuckin’ low rider Method Man: (Jayo Felony) All my niggaz can’t eat, then ya’ll niggaz can’t sleep I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh Kickin’ dust as I bust, fuck peace And all them crooked cops on the beat My niggaz bring the funk like your Grandpa feet Till death do us part, save my bullets for the charts With darts, like HBO watching after dark No love for a mark, even less for a trick That wanna be like Mike Mike who, my dick, real shit hotness Run with my niggaz that ain’t got shit Pop shit and peddle poetry for profit One time out for mine but can’t stop it Trying to keep they hands in my pocket So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic Leave the crop scene spotless, mix the green with the chocolate Here’s the topic, niggaz synchronize your watches We’re going in with nothing but a clan logo Mr. Meth, (DMX) I’m running loco, motherfuckers Repeat 1 Repeat 2 DMX: Uh, uh, uh I got a wicked flow and I’m gonna kick it you Feel the pressure, snatching niggaz up just like a chain on the dresser Niggaz hit me with they best shit then what, I shake that bullshit off (arf! arf!) then go nuts I’ve been down to long, can’t a motherfucker show me nothing Ya’ll bitch niggaz is duckin’ me like you owe me something I got more homes than an esse, but let’s say I couldn’t talk, you wouldn’t walk my way on your best day The best way you can hope to get close to me Is right here under my wing like you supposed to be And first time you start acting fuckin’ strange, best to be in ducking range Talkin’ shit wearing a fuckin’ chain I break niggaz like promises Split em open like Thomas’ and sell more drugs than a pharmacist Strapped with nothing but a rhyme, a long history of violent crime Attitude that doesn’t mind doin’ time Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Repeat 3 ---------------------------------- Source: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com [Top][Pop/Rap/R and B Page]