Whatcha Gonna Do (feat. Method Man & DMX)

I say I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I can give it to you but what, but what, what?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

When I'm in Texas I'm bumping screw music

With Big Mike and Scarface, we loop-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 Coupe

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 we went to the tunnel and brought down the roof

Mink coats and Moet, bitches dripping sweat

Slang a cassette to Funk-master Flex

And now I'm bumping to East Coast tape decks

Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex

SD Jersey, we getting more sex, flow next, go next

I say I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I can give it to you but what, but what, what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low rider

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low rider

All my **** can't eat, then you **** can't sleep

I just begun to creep, Nightmares on Elm Street

Release from Jones Beach to South Beach

Kicking dust as I bust, fuck peace

And all them crooked cops on the beat

My **** bring the funk like your grandpa feet

Till death do us part, save my bullets for the charts

With darts like HBO watching after dark

No love for a mark, even less for a trick

That wanna be like Mike, Mike who? My dick

Real shit hot Nicks

Run with **** that ain't got shit

Pop shit and peddle poetry for profit

On time, out for mine but can't stop it

Tryna keep they hands in my pocket

So I bring obnoxious, infected la that be toxic

Leave the crime scene spotless

Mix the green with the chocolate, here's the topic

****, synchronize your watches

We going in with nothing but a Clan logo

Mr. Meth and Henny Loco, motherfuckers

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I could give it to you but what, but what, what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low rider

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low rider, rider

I got a wicket flow and I'ma kick it yo, feel the pressure

Snatching **** up just like change off the dresser

**** hit me with they best shit, then what?

I shake that bullshit off then go nuts

I've been down too long, can't a motherfucker show me nothing

Y'all bitch **** is ducking me like you owe me something

I got more homies than an esse, but let's say

I couldn't talk, you wouldn't walk my way on your best day

The best way you can hope to get close to me

Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be

The first time you start acting fucking strange

Best to be in ducking rang, talking shit, wearing a fucking chain

I break **** like promises

Spit 'em open like Thomas's

And sell more drugs than a pharmacist

Strapped with nothing but a rhyme, a long history of violent crime

Attitude that doesn't mind doing time

I say I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?

I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?

I can give it to you but what, but what, what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low rider

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking hood, hood

I'm too sexy for my motherfucking low rider