2Pac:]
Tell me what the $#&@ am I suppose to do
Now what's next

Tell me what the $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z do this every $#&@in' day

We parlay
Through politics and conversation
This information to my thug ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ am I suppose to do
Whatz next


[A3:]
(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us

But ^!$$%z ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) ^!$$% really listen to Pac
%#@! yean got it yet (no)

Then you won't get it
Might as well measure 'em up
And have his $$# fitted

Why
Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't soak game
Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane

Never will change ^!$$%z wit' no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess broke change
I stay posted like a flag (flag)

Starin' through 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z stick to the crime
Pitchin' nickel and dimes
What the $#&@ 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
^!$$% don't blame it on me
%#@! just look where I'm at
^!$$%z in gardens
LAPD is the target

^!$$%z 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