K-Rino - What You Gonna Do lyrics

(K-Rino)
We be back street flipping stacking slipping
Money coming clean and these
Laws still tripping
I'm a certifiied street cat cash flow holder
A double OG with hood stripes on my shoulders
Every now and then a hater
Make be a headbussa
South Park son of a Third Ward Hustla
Who came up in the ranks and
Then tighten up my skills
You just got here last month you capping
Let's be for real
If they put some pressure on you boy
I bet you blow the whistle
Fool you ain't a man just
Because you pack a pistol
Out here poisoning your hood
You lil ignorant mothafucka
And let the white man condition you
To kill your own brother
See, gangster is a title
Earned better learn fast
Not tattoos on your arms your
Pants hanging off your ass
Your vision of the American Dream
Ain't what it seems
Open your eyes young homie you
Fighting your own team

What you gonna do when your hustle fall dead
The boys start checking you on
Every word that you said
When you start getting snatched by
These racist ass hogs
And the friends that you thought you
Had throw you to the dogs
What you gonna do if martial law come around
And these laws rush in and
Start shutting things down
And the life that you thought
Was real proof counterfeit
And the money that you kill
Over's no longer worth shit!

(K-Rino) nowadays it's a known fact
Snitching is contagious
Half the fools you think is
Real is illuminati agents
You flunked the semester with
Your artificial flyness
Your overall grade in the hood is a F minus
How many blacks do these laws gotta kill
Before we start busting back on
Their ass with loaded steel?
Instead we see them coming fold up or run
Preachers scared to square them off that's
Why I roll with Farrakhan
And they taping conversations every sort
So don't say nothing on the phone that
You might hear again in court here we are
Throwed off the black family ruined
Analyze today these shit that your
Kids see you doing
If you been selling dope for
Ten years and hustling tough
And you ain't rich enough to stop it's
Time to give the game up
Get your understanding up and try
To see the big picture
Bottom line is they want your ass
Them bastards gon get ya

(K-Rino)
Hellified gun fire flying through the night
How many homies gotta die before
We get our minds right?
My homegirl's a stripper not
Because of reflation
It's cuz her sorry ass don't wanna
Go get a real occupation
We don't know we God's people so we
See our own and flame them
But then again if they ain't got the
Knowledge then how can you blame them?
Self-righteous ass negros get hung
From a limb cuz if you got it and you don't
Teach them then you worst then them
What category do you fall in:
The G or the hater?
The sellout or the warrior
The real homie or the traitor?
Hoops or the branches
The angel or the menace?
Fools that sold out to
Receive or reduce sentence
How the hell you fix your month
To say you fighting for freedom
When like a corner store in the hood
You just pimp them and bleed them
The Devil's curriculum was formatted
To trick them if you scared of revolution I
Hope you the first victim