(Intro - Tupac) Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? (Verse 1 - Tupac) Caught up in the middle, My lifes a riddle, Dont let it get ya, I wanna be legal, but its this hustle that gets me richer, One love to my peoples makin money, i can see you bubblin, Avoid all troubles, beware of devils, continue strugglin, Nothins impossible, if theres a will theres a way, So get your mind on official business, you can get paid, And it's been this way, from the cradle to the grave, To get paid my niggas do this every fuckin day, We part way, through politics and conversation, This information to my thug niggas in the complication, Watch and bear witness to the plesures of participation, Seperation, and self destruction, whats needed is unification, Cuz the world aint hardly scared, if not prepaired, Be sure to be burried, and be no longer there, But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares, Cuz the fear will evapurate, say your prayers (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 2 - A3) Makaveli tried to warn us, but niggaz aint listen to Pac, Now nigga really listen to Pac, Shit, You aint go it yet, Nope, Then you wont get it, Might as well measure him up, and have his ass fitted, Why?, I be slippin dawg, crippin didnt soak game, Got his wig split, like them shutters on the airplane, Never will change, niggas with no name, No shame, (?), I stay posted like a flag, Starin though my rear view, ballin in a Jag, Bounce wit me Cali body rot down in H Town, We gon put these artificial bustas in the place now, Time for a change, real niggaz rollin wit me, Money makin, swift desicions, we controllin the streets, Side tracked by the broads, and the frauds, Aint it strange, It's the reason so many niggaz get scared in the game, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 3 - 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 your face and, Doin wat we gotta do to survive, Jus ask Kwili, doin wat we do to get by, So nigga stick to the crime, picture nickle and dimes, What the fuck we spose to do, who gon give us a job, So i tried and i tried, tried to get out the grind, But the block kept on callin me back, Fiends kept on callin for crack, So i supply them wit that, gave them a reasonable fee, Nigga dont blame it on me, shit jus look around man, Niggaz and (?), LAPD is the target, Niggaz is heartless, hustle regaurdless, Look, that dope spot i used to (?), But now its jus a place to hide the guns in the closet, Watch your step, shifty grounds under the capret, We jus tryin hard not to see that coffin, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do,
