What Do I Do by Tru Goo Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tru Goo]
What am I 'posed to say when the tears rolling down my face
And my heart feeling like it's gon' break and I can't take no more pain
What am I 'posed to do when my mind's troubled and I'm going through
When times get hard, I don't know, I don't know man i'm so confused
And how am I supposed to feel when them fake niggas start claiming they real
'Til the judge calls them for a plea and offers them a deal
Say that's when shit gets real
And who am I supposed to call when my back's stuck up against the wall
When it's eat or be eaten, snitch or take the fall
[Hook: Tru Goo]
Tell me what do I do
What do I, What do I do
Say help me understand
I say help me understand
What do I
[Verse 2: Tru Goo]
And how am I supposed to feel when I'm rocking with some niggas that I thought was really real
Get locked and my day one niggas disappear, I should let them Glock show 'em how I feel
And how am I supposed to change when I can't go legit and I'm stuck slanging 'caine
When my co-defendant snitch and my fam full of pain
When I touch , I should let that chopper sang
And how do I ease the pain when I see the sunshine but steady walking through the rain
But my mama telling me it's gon be ok, but Ma Dukes I just pray for better days
And why would I take the stand, put my hand on that bible, rat out another man
When I can keep my mouth zipped and tell them crackers kiss my ass
I'm built solid, we the only ones that last
[Hook: Tru Goo]
[Verse 3: Thugga Massina]
Sitting in the courtoom, I was stunned
That's fucked up, man my nigga got a son
How you say fuck going on the run -
And point at the lineup like you joking on Lebron?
No fucking gun, not even a damn clip
Just a pussy too loose with his damn lips
Man Ivy so poison, you a damn trip
You be singing to them boys like Sam Smith
Got a nigga blowing on the dodie
Time going past, I'm just staring at the rollie
Thinking 'bout my wode Bam and my nigga Ro Dogg
I'm Billy Gunn, that's my motherfucking road dogg
You coming home dog, just let it play out
You got a C-Section, they took the pussy way out
Any day now, we gon' be linking
Screaming free my niggas like Abraham Lincoln
[Hook: Tru Goo]
What am I 'posed to say when the tears rolling down my face
And my heart feeling like it's gon' break and I can't take no more pain
What am I 'posed to do when my mind's troubled and I'm going through
When times get hard, I don't know, I don't know man i'm so confused
And how am I supposed to feel when them fake niggas start claiming they real
'Til the judge calls them for a plea and offers them a deal
Say that's when shit gets real
And who am I supposed to call when my back's stuck up against the wall
When it's eat or be eaten, snitch or take the fall
[Hook: Tru Goo]
Tell me what do I do
What do I, What do I do
Say help me understand
I say help me understand
What do I
[Verse 2: Tru Goo]
And how am I supposed to feel when I'm rocking with some niggas that I thought was really real
Get locked and my day one niggas disappear, I should let them Glock show 'em how I feel
And how am I supposed to change when I can't go legit and I'm stuck slanging 'caine
When my co-defendant snitch and my fam full of pain
When I touch , I should let that chopper sang
And how do I ease the pain when I see the sunshine but steady walking through the rain
But my mama telling me it's gon be ok, but Ma Dukes I just pray for better days
And why would I take the stand, put my hand on that bible, rat out another man
When I can keep my mouth zipped and tell them crackers kiss my ass
I'm built solid, we the only ones that last
[Hook: Tru Goo]
[Verse 3: Thugga Massina]
Sitting in the courtoom, I was stunned
That's fucked up, man my nigga got a son
How you say fuck going on the run -
And point at the lineup like you joking on Lebron?
No fucking gun, not even a damn clip
Just a pussy too loose with his damn lips
Man Ivy so poison, you a damn trip
You be singing to them boys like Sam Smith
Got a nigga blowing on the dodie
Time going past, I'm just staring at the rollie
Thinking 'bout my wode Bam and my nigga Ro Dogg
I'm Billy Gunn, that's my motherfucking road dogg
You coming home dog, just let it play out
You got a C-Section, they took the pussy way out
Any day now, we gon' be linking
Screaming free my niggas like Abraham Lincoln
[Hook: Tru Goo]