2Pac - Whatcha Gonna Do [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hell yeah (2Pac yawning)
Hahaha

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
And uh, I started out dumb, sprung of a hood-rats
Listening to the radio, wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed, I was stuck in the game
Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me, man
Listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thang
Drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring
Niggas ain't wanna see me rise
97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me
Got a player in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards living as a thug
Count my blessings and don't stress in this land with no love
Maybe they seen me rolling, look at all this green I'm holding
I guess this ridah envious and get they eyes swollen
Hoping the heavenly father love a hustler
Meet the hardest nigga on the Earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me, "Have a heart" — fuck they feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started, we cold hearted
Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip, time to mash, they asked for it
Me, Makaveli, I'm a motherfucker
We break bread, now we thug brothers, haha
Niggas talk a lot of non-shit I choose to ignore it
A war? They ain't ready for it haha

[Hook]
Whatcha gonna do when my niggas come for you
(What y'all gonna do?)
(Repeat x4)

[Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro]
My nine is Thug lord, my mind on my grind
Outlawz is my heart, they shine when I shine
My rhyme is my grind, my team be on role
Proceed with the onslaught, indeed they all talk
They all marks and it's an Outlaw holocaust
When I got the sawed-off niggas getting hauled off
Yeah, nigga beware, stand clear
This nigga's scared, man, I don't really care
I've been lost love, my heart need a hug
My bite need blood, I fight with a grudge
The life of a thug nigga might need gloves
But you'll never know with a price on your mug
Them fight strips snug right around your hands
Making sure you can never grab the mic again
Dog, you fucking with a grown man and I can't afford to lose
Where we from niggas torture dudes
So whatcha wan' do?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Haha, watch me clown, give me loving when I'm high
I'm a outlaw baby, I'll be thugging till I die
In my drop-top double-R, life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend till they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watchin niggas out of sight in my night scope
Cooking white dope got my nigga 25-to-life stressed out
Trying to have all the better things in life
While Makaveli — a born leader, 10 millimeter
Change a nigga's future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heed, from out the Bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the Earth
And the strong will lead
Hitting weed like it's alright
I'm in the studio making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated till the death
Trying to beat me out my last breath
Whatcha gonna do?

[Hook x2]