What You Gonna Do - Big Shug

Big Shug, one life to live

Make good choices you feel me, yeah

«Whatcha gonna do with your life…

Whatcha gonna do with your life, my friend my friend»

Young man grows up without his pops around

Find ways around his mother, and how to sneak around

He got basketball skills, no doubt

He live in the ghetto, figures this’ll get him out

Yeah, momma’s drunk and shiz uncle on skid riz

Stuck in front of TV, watchin MTV’s Cribs

Forget school, focus is not there

He’d rather hang out, in Murderpan Square

It’s where the cats is ballin, females is callin

Shootin hot shots, everybody sprawled out

No doubt, it’s gangster to the core

He don’t know nothin about, pushin raw

You ask him 'bout homework, he already did it

Who the fuck he kiddin, we been there before

All of us done seen it, all of us done been there

Ain’t no way you got wins in the square, the square…

Pretty girl, pretty long hair

Fly young lady niggas know her everywhere

Raised by her moms, in the projects

With true street code, discipline and respect

Mom didn’t work she collected them checks

Didn’t know her little girl, was headin for a wreck

Cats started givin her dough, for her pretty face

She realized her looks, could get her just any place

Started smokin crack, it’s the new thing

Started sellin her necklaces and gold rings

After the smokin, and late par-ties

She had nothin left to give but her bo-dy

She soon became, a prostitute

Caught AIDS lived her last days on the stoop

With bags, and no place to go

How could a girl like that, sink so low, so low…

Young girl, pregnant as hell

Ready to pick a fight as soon as she hear the bell, f’real

Still drinkin, still smokin on crack

Every night different niggas runnin up her back

And she not realizin there’s a kid inside

A life inside, a future inside

She’s still selfish, lil' ol' bitch

She wanna go crazy when she can’t get her wish

She got a sugar daddy to grant her wish

He gave her plenty money just to eat her fish

She pretty, young 22 years old

Tight fightin skirts no maternity clothes

And if you say she won’t be a good mom

She’ll break out with the razor to do you harm

She hope the baby looks like her, great

Soon after the birth he’s a ward of the state, f’real, f’real…

What you gonna do, with your life

What you gonna do my friend, heyyy

Make good choices, Big Shug, Maus, one