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“Ooh, Whatcha Gonna Do“ Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What’s up? What’s up? What’s the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do [4X] [.] A vain from my brain means I’m causin em pain Comin rough with the stuff that’s just a part of the game The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam So I’ma pull my jammy out and I’ma murder the man Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul Take the trigger then you figured that I’m losin control I go loco with the vocals, yo goes the chokehold And I broke those pros with the dope flows I slow rolls, NO I don’t smoke those Leave the blunts for the punks in front rows I said mine, headline or deadline You see redline, here comes your bedtime I lay it down, lay it low Now I’m off and runnin on some new rhyme flow I flex break necks bust tecs mic checks son fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots,
