2Pac:]
Tell me what the f**k am I suppose to do
Now what`s next
Tell me what the f**k 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 ni**az do this every f**kin` day
We parlay
Through politics and conversation
This information to my thug ni**az 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 f**k am I suppose to do
Whatz next

[A3:]
(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But ni**az ain`t listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) ni**a really listen to Pac
S**t yean got it yet (no)
Then you won`t get it
Might as well measure `em up
And have his ass fitted
Why
Caught slippin` dog trippin` didn`t soak game
Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane
Never will change ni**az wit` no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess broke change
I stay posted like a flag (flag)
Starin` thru 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 ni**az 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 ni**az 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 ni**az stick to the crime
Pitchin` nickel and dimes
What the f**k 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
Ni**a don`t blame it on me
S**t just look where I`m at
Ni**az in gardens
LAPD is the target
Ni**az 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

[Chorus x2]