(feat. A3, Jay Rock)


[2Pac:] 

Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do 

Now what's next 

Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do 

Now what's next 



Caught up in the middle 

My life's a riddle 

Don't let it get ya 

I wanna be legal 

But it's this hustle that get me richer 

One love to my peoples makin' money 

I can see you bubblin' 

Avoid all trouble 

Beware of devils continue strugglin' 

Nothin's impossible if there's a will there's a way 

So get your mind on official business 

You can be great 

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

So get paid 

My niggaz do this every fuckin' day 

We parlay 

Through politics and conversation 

This information to my thug niggaz 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 

Be sure to be bummy and be no longer there 

But no one cares it's there to share 

All we get is stares 

Because of fear we'll evaporate 

Say your prayers 



And what's next 



[Chorus x2:] 

Hard livin' got me goin' insane 

But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game 

Whatz next 

I'm goin' crazy 

Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do 

Whatz next 



[A3:] 

(Aye its on A3) 

Makaveli tried to warn us 

But niggaz ain't listen to Pac 

Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac 

Shit yean got it yet (no) 

Then you won't get it 

Might as well measure 'em up 

And have his ass fitted 

Why 

Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game 

Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane 

Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame 

Might open ya head foe mess broke change 

I stay posted like a flag (flag) 

Starin' thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag) 

Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in H-Town 

We gon' put these artificial bustas in they place now 

Time foe a change 

Real niggaz rollin' wit' me 

Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets 

Side track by the broads and the frauds 

Ain't it strange 

It's the reason so many niggaz get scarred in the game 



Whatz next 



[Chorus x2] 



[Jay Rock:] 

That money gotta make it 

What I gotta do to make it 

Do I really gotta take it 

Put this mack up to you face it 

Doin' what we gotta do to survive 

Just ask Kweli doin' what we do to get by 

Some niggaz stick to the crime 

Pitchin' nickel and dimes 

What the fuck we s'pose to do 

Who gon' give us a job 

So I tried and tried 

Tried to get out the grind 

But the block kept on callin' me back 

Fiends kept on callin' for crack 

So I supply 'em wit' that 

Gave 'em a reasonable fee 

Nigga don't blame it on me 

Shit just look where I'm at 

Niggaz in gardens 

LAPD is the target 

Niggaz is heartless hustle regardless 

Look that dope spot use to be an apartment 

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

Watch ya step shift the grams under the carpet 

We just tryin' hard not to see that coffin 



Whatz next 



[Chorus x2]