[2Pac:]. Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do. Now what's next. Tell me what the fuck 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 niggaz do this every fuckin' day. We parlay. Through politics and conversation. This information to my thug niggaz 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 fuck am I suppose to do. Whatz next. [A3:]. (Aye its on A3). Makaveli tried to warn us. But niggaz ain't listen to Pac. Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac. Shit 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz stick to the crime. Pitchin' nickel and dimes. What the fuck 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. Nigga don't blame it on me. Shit just look where I'm at. Niggaz in gardens. LAPD is the target. Niggaz 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]