Public Enemy - So Whatcha Gonna Do Now? (Drive by sh** instrumental) lyrics

Talkin dat drive by sh** Everybody talkin dat gangsta sh** 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 is a gun is A mother f**in gun But an organized side Keep a sellout n***a 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 k**in us Talkin dat gattalk Walkin dat catwalk Where you tryin to go wit dat Don't even go dere wit dat rap Guns d** 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 Mad 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 f** 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 sh** Everybody talkin dat gangsta sh** Talkin dat drive by thang Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang Talkin dat gattalk Walkin dat catwalk Were you tryin to go wit dat Dont even go there wit dat rap Guns, d** and money All you know how So whatcha gone do now? The only good n***a is a dead n***a Dat's 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