Jayo Felony, DMX and Method Man - Whatcha Gonna Do

Uh, uh
What, what
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I say
I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what?

I can give it to ya, but what you gonna do with it?
When I'm in Texas I'm bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke Loop
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke Duke
When I'm in Miami I go to scoop Luke
To see the peep show and hit some duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb' boots
Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen T-Funk, he took us to the fruit
Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and Moët, bitches drippin' sweat
Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex (Master, Master Flex)
And now I'm bumpin' on East Coast tape decks
Went from Swatch to the platinum Rolex
S.D., Jersey we getting more sex
Flow next
Go next

I said I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider

Oh, my niggas can't eat? Then y'all niggas can't sleep
I just begun to peep Nightmares on Elm Street
Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat (yeah)
My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet (word)
'Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts (baow)
With darts, like HBO watching after dark (uh)
No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That want to be like Mike, Mike who my (my dick)
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that ain't got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but can't stop it
Tryna keep they hands in my pocket
So I bring obnoxious, infected 'lah that be toxic
Leave the crime scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, here's the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We goin' in, with nothing but a clan logo
Mr. Meth (Mr. Meth), DMX and Bullet Loco, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider, rider (rider, rider)

Uh, uh, uh
I got a wicked flow and I'ma kick it, yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser (uh-huh)
Niggas hit me with they best shit then what
I shake that bullshit off, then go nuts (what?)
I've been down too long, can't a motherfucker show me nothing
Y'all bitch niggas is duckin' me like you owe me something (c'mon, c'mon)
I got more homies than an esse, but let's say (uh, uh, uh)
I couldn't talk, you wouldn't walk my way on your best day (what, what?)
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin' strange (uh)
Best to be in ducking range
Talkin' shit wearing a fuckin' chain (c'mon, c'mon)
I break niggas like promises
Split 'em open like Thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist (uh)
Strapped with nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime (what, what?)
Attitude that doesn't mind doing time

I said I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do?
I can give it to you but what you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider, rider (rider, rider)

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Written by:
Clifford Smith, Earl Simmons, James Savage, Russell Brown

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