K-Rino - What You Gonna Do lyrics

(K-Rino) We be back street flipping stacking slipping Money coming clean and these laws still tripping I'm a certifiied street cat cash flow holder A double OG with hood stripes on my shoulders Every now and then a hater make be a headbussa South Park son of a Third Ward Hustla Who came up in the ranks and then tighten up my sk**s You just got here last month you capping, let's be for real If they put some pressure on you boy I bet you blow the whistle Fool you ain't a man just because you pack a pistol Out here poisoning your hood you lil ignorant mothaf**a And let the white man condition you to k** your own brother See, gangster is a title earned better learn fast Not tattoos on your arms your pants hanging off your a** Your vision of the American Dream ain't what it seems Open your eyes young homie you fighting your own team [Hook] What you gonna do when your hustle fall dead The boys start checking you on every word that you said When you start getting snatched by these racist a** hogs And the friends that you thought you had throw you to the dogs What you gonna do if martial law come around And these laws rush in and start shutting things down And the life that you thought was real proof counterfeit And the money that you k** over's no longer worth sh**! (K-Rino) Nowadays it's a known fact snitching is contagious Half the fools you think is real is illuminati agents You flunked the semester with your artificial flyness Your overall grade in the hood is a F minus How many blacks do these laws gotta k** Before we start busting back on their a** with loaded steel? Instead we see them coming fold up or run Preachers scared to square them off that's why I roll with Farrakhan And they taping conversations every sort So don't say nothing on the phone that you might hear again in court Here we are, throwed off the black family ruined an*lyze today these sh** that your kids see you doing If you been selling dope for ten years and hustling tough And you ain't rich enough to stop it's time to give the game up Get your understanding up and try to see the big picture Bottom line is they want your a** them ba*tards gon get ya [Hook] (K-Rino) Hellified gun fire flying through the night How many homies gotta die before we get our minds right? My homegirl's a stripper not because of reflation It's cuz her sorry a** don't wanna go get a real occupation We don't know we God's people so we see our own and flame them But then again if they ain't got the knowledge then how can you blame them? Self-righteous a** negros get hung from a limb Cuz if you got it and you don't teach them then you worst then them What category do you fall in: the G or the hater? The sellout or the warrior, the real homie or the traitor? Hoops or the branches, the angel or the menace? Fools that sold out to receive or reduce sentence How the hell you fix your month to say you fighting for freedom When like a corner store in the hood you just pimp them and bleed them The Devil's curriculum was formatted to trick them If you scared of revolution I hope you the first victim [Hook]