(Tupac talking)



Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

Now what's next?

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

Now what's next?



(Verse One: Tupac)



Caught up in the middle

My life's a riddle

Don't let it get you 

I wanna be legal

But it's this hustle that gets me richer

One love to my peoples making money

I could see your brother avoid all trouble

Beware of devil's, continue struggling

Cause nothings impossible, if there's a will there's a way

To get your mind on official business you can be paid

And it's been this way from the cradle to the grave, to get paid

My niggas do this every fucking day, we parlay

Through politics and conversation

It's information to my thug niggas in the congregation

Watch and bare witness, to the pleasures of participation

Separation is self-destruction what's needed is unification

Cause the world ain't hardly scared

If not prepared we sure to be buried and be no longer there

But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares

Because the fear will evaporate if say ya' prayers

And what's next



(Chorus x2)



Hard living's got me going insane

But I'm addicted to the hustle

I'm trapped in the game

(What's next?)

I'm going crazy

(Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do?)

(What's next)



(Verse Two: A3)



It's on

Makaveli tried to warn us

But these niggas ain't listen to 'Pac

(Naw)

(Listen, listen)

Nigga really listen to 'Pac

He ain't got a jet (No)

Then you won't get it, might as well measure him up and have his ass fitted

(Why?)

I'm slipping dawg, tripping, didn't soak game

Game got his wig split like ?? on that aeroplane

Never will change, niggas with no name, no shame

I'll open ya' head for that gold chain

I stay posted like a flag

Staring through my rear-view, ballin in a Jag

Bounce with me

Cali body rock down in H-Town

We gon' put these artificial busters in they place now

Time for a change

Real niggas rolling with me

Money making swift decisions we controlling the streets

Side tracked by the broads and the fraud's

Ain't it strange it's the reason so many niggas get scared in the game

What's next?



(Chorus x2)



(Verse Three: Jay Rock)



That money gotta make it

What I gotta do to make it?

Do I gotta really gotta take it

Put this ?? to your face it

Doing what we gotta do to survive

Just ask Kweli, doing what we do to get by

Some niggas stick to a crime

Picture nickel and dimes

What the fuck we suppose to do?

Who gon' give us a job?

So I tried and I tried, tried to get out the grind

But the block kept on calling me back

Feinds kept on calling for Crack

So I supply them with that

Gave them a reason to feind

Don't blame it on me nigga 

Shit, just look where I'm at

????

Niggas is heartless, hustle regardless

Look

That dope spot it use an apartment 

But now it's just a place to hide the guns in the closet

Watch ya' step, shift ya' gram's under the carpet

We just trying hard not to see that coffin

What's next?



(Chorus x2)



Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

Now what's next?

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

Now what's next?