| 歌曲 | Whatyagonnado - normal |
| 歌手 | Jeru the Damaja |
| 专辑 | Divine Design |
| 作词 : Davis | |
| 3 in the morning, you hop on the train | |
| 3 Brooklyn fiends is scheming on your chain | |
| Mad blunts and licks to the head, you red[?] | |
| Better sober up quick or you might get dead | |
| There's no one around so ain't no reason to scream out | |
| Here's your chance to be a gangsta nigga, back that thing out | |
| The next move you make will decide your fate | |
| Will it be die on the train or live life behind the gate | |
| You framing[?] minor[?] [??], you contemplate prison rate | |
| Your heart skip a beat and you select upstate | |
| It's on, you get a lump in your throat, niggaz weapons are drawn | |
| You so shook, you shoot straight through your coat | |
| 2 down, 1 boogie[?] but before you gone | |
| The train stops and one of New York City's Finest jumps on | |
| [Hook] | |
| "Whatchu gonna do.." [sound of da police, shoots] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| 2:30 in the morning on a friday night | |
| It's one of those types of nights that everything's goin right | |
| In a club, fishing for bitches, anything tryin to bite | |
| Then the one that you want gets caught in your sight | |
| Face - picture perfect, big titties and fat ass | |
| She's asked if she wanna drink and she kindly pass | |
| Her response let you know she's not the average stunt | |
| She asks "do you got a dutch", you say "yeah", she roll a blunt | |
| Weed[?] and conversation good, you fill the evening with laughter | |
| Then Shorty like: "yo, whatchu doing after" | |
| She continues what she's doing is outta character | |
| But, she live's alone and she wants you to smash her | |
| You bug, you can't believe that she tryin to **** | |
| You like: "let's bounce", then you think "Lady Luck" | |
| You exit the club, hop up in your truck | |
| But when you get to Brooklyn East New York, you get stuck up | |
| [Hook] | |
| "Whatchu gonna do.." [sound of da stick up] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| 1 a.m. - you in the studio, dropping verses about how you flip kilos | |
| Get paper commit murder and pimp on hoes | |
| Crazy ice around your neck with the thugged out flows | |
| But it sounds like game to the street wise pro's | |
| Cause you be blabbing the [??] that you don't even know | |
| Straight pillow talking, I hope you walk the walk | |
| And be doing all the shit that's blasting out of shortie's walkman | |
| The last verse is laid, your men is like [??] dope fiend | |
| All of a sudden the sound [???] wide open | |
| 3 niggaz come in, screaming "where the cash" | |
| And you know the shit is real cause they ain't rocking masks | |
| They rocking big ass canons dawg, you better think fast | |
| Do you run what's yours or go for yours and blaaast.. | |
| [Hook] | |
| "whatchu gonna do.." [sound of da stick up] |
| zuò cí : Davis | |
| 3 in the morning, you hop on the train | |
| 3 Brooklyn fiends is scheming on your chain | |
| Mad blunts and licks to the head, you red? | |
| Better sober up quick or you might get dead | |
| There' s no one around so ain' t no reason to scream out | |
| Here' s your chance to be a gangsta nigga, back that thing out | |
| The next move you make will decide your fate | |
| Will it be die on the train or live life behind the gate | |
| You framing? minor? ??, you contemplate prison rate | |
| Your heart skip a beat and you select upstate | |
| It' s on, you get a lump in your throat, niggaz weapons are drawn | |
| You so shook, you shoot straight through your coat | |
| 2 down, 1 boogie? but before you gone | |
| The train stops and one of New York City' s Finest jumps on | |
| Hook | |
| " Whatchu gonna do.." sound of da police, shoots | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 2: 30 in the morning on a friday night | |
| It' s one of those types of nights that everything' s goin right | |
| In a club, fishing for bitches, anything tryin to bite | |
| Then the one that you want gets caught in your sight | |
| Face picture perfect, big titties and fat ass | |
| She' s asked if she wanna drink and she kindly pass | |
| Her response let you know she' s not the average stunt | |
| She asks " do you got a dutch", you say " yeah", she roll a blunt | |
| Weed? and conversation good, you fill the evening with laughter | |
| Then Shorty like: " yo, whatchu doing after" | |
| She continues what she' s doing is outta character | |
| But, she live' s alone and she wants you to smash her | |
| You bug, you can' t believe that she tryin to | |
| You like: " let' s bounce", then you think " Lady Luck" | |
| You exit the club, hop up in your truck | |
| But when you get to Brooklyn East New York, you get stuck up | |
| Hook | |
| " Whatchu gonna do.." sound of da stick up | |
| Verse 3 | |
| 1 a. m. you in the studio, dropping verses about how you flip kilos | |
| Get paper commit murder and pimp on hoes | |
| Crazy ice around your neck with the thugged out flows | |
| But it sounds like game to the street wise pro' s | |
| Cause you be blabbing the ?? that you don' t even know | |
| Straight pillow talking, I hope you walk the walk | |
| And be doing all the shit that' s blasting out of shortie' s walkman | |
| The last verse is laid, your men is like ?? dope fiend | |
| All of a sudden the sound ??? wide open | |
| 3 niggaz come in, screaming " where the cash" | |
| And you know the shit is real cause they ain' t rocking masks | |
| They rocking big ass canons dawg, you better think fast | |
| Do you run what' s yours or go for yours and blaaast.. | |
| Hook | |
| " whatchu gonna do.." sound of da stick up |