K. Scott - What U Gonna Do

What you gonna do what you want to prove
I heard you talking shit boy who you think you talking to
What you gonna do don't get it misconstrued
If you don't understand Its better for you fucking fools
I'm prepared for anything machinery to hand grenades
I bulletproof my residence up plus two Great Danes
Hey what you want to do what you got to say
I'm gone take it all in then I spray away
You got a little pistol grip that don't want to penetrate
Twenty-five, twenty-two, na I'm gone be ok
I'd rather have a thirty-eight Glock that's overweight
Otherwise, I might die I might meet my grave
What you gonna do when I come to you and I start to shoot
I'm gone let loose I'm gone pop a few you better move
What you gonna do when I pull the tool and unload the juice
What you gonna do you not bulletproof you bout to lose
You out of luck you fucked up you done meet your dome
Its Killa K-Scott homie what you gonna do
I pull my strap I cock it back and I comments to shoot
I unload the juice something like Ray Carruth
But I aint hitting innocent victims I'm blasting you
The seven eighty-five twenty-six-inch magnitude
SKB twelve gage European made
Interchangeable tubes and woodgrain in the paint
See you faint watch you fall out like you was in a daze
Fifty round clip the tip stuck to your face
AR five seven my weapon pick for today
Then I move on to Mac eleven ten bullets per second bang
What you gonna do when I come to you and I start to shoot
I'm gone let loose I'm gone pop a few you better move
What you gonna do when I pull the tool and unload the juice
What you gonna do you not bulletproof you bout to lose
You going down the drain dog too much mistakes
You over the line you ate off my plate
So, I'm cutting you down to size
DC tech nine right between your eyes
Thirty-two metal jackets that's leaving collateral damage in and outside
Be quit idolize and recognize you about to die aight
So coincide the enterprise
The allegiance of big business and apple pies
Big chiefin the shotgun get blasted high
Drive by's with AKs and forty fives
You wonder why but aint never gone figure it out
There's way too many pieces to the puzzle now
What you gonna do when I come to you and I start to shoot
I'm gone let loose I'm gone pop a few you better move
What you gonna do when I pull the tool and unload the juice
What you gonna do you not bulletproof you bout to lose

Written by:
Kevin Scott

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