[Verse 1: 2Pac]
And uh, I started out dumb, sprung of a hood rat
Listening to the radio, wishing that I could rap
But nothing changed, I was stuck in the game
'Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me, man
Listen; I've got a scheme, break away, do my own thing
Drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring
N***as ain't wanna see me rise
97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size
And if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me
Got a player in the court room, please don't let 'em frame me
I've been dealt a lot of bad cards living as a thug
Count my blessings and throw my stressings in this land with no love
Maybe they see me rolling, look at all this green I'm holding
I get this why they envious and get their eyes swollen
Hoping the heavenly father love a hustler
Meet the hardest n***a on the Earth to ever bust a nut
My homies tell me, "Have a heart" — fuck their feelings
I've been trying to make a million since we started, we cold hearted
N***as in masks that'll blast at the task force
Empty out my clip, time to mash, they asked for it
Me, Makaveli, I'm a motherfucker
We break bread, now we thug brothers
N***as talk a lot of non-shit I choose to ignore it
A war they ain't ready for it
[Chorus]
Now what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you
Now what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you
Tell me now what'cha gonna do, When my n***as
Come for you?
Now what'cha gonna do, when my n***as come for you

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Watch me clown, give me loving when I'm high
I'm an outlaw baby, I'll be thugging 'til I die
In my drop-top double-R, life as a rap star
Hustle like a crack fiend 'til they catch me
Go ask somebody to your show
Watch them n***as out the sight of my night scope
Cooking white dope got my n***a 25-to-life stretched out
Trying to have all the better things in life
Well Makaveli — a born leader, 10 millimeter
Change a n***a's future like a schizophrenic palm reader
Heed, from out the bible I read
See the meek shall inherit the Earth
And the strong will lead
Hittin' weed like it's alright
I'm in the studio making music all night
My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated 'til the death
Trying to beat me out my last breath
Whatcha gonna do?
[Chorus]
Now what'cha gonna do?, when my n***as come for you
Tell me now what'cha gonna do, When my n***as
Come for you?
Tell me now what'cha gonna do?, When my n***as
Come for you?
What'cha gonna do, When my n***as come for you?

[Verse 3: Storm]
Who's to blame for my mind frames?
This poverty does money game
Got me fiendin' for riches wantin' to kill for a taste of fame
Recurrin' dreams of illest ears, front page magazines
Livin' life like a thug queen
But instead, I'm having nightmares
They call 'em Outlaw premonitions of premeditated missions
Livin' conditions suspicious, so they got me on they hit-list
Wishin' that I was slip like a wet bitch
But it's the timin' n***a
And I've been waiting for years, I put my grind in n***a
I see you smoking, 'cause I got what you wanna flaunt
My every calculated move is a nail through your coffin
Now what you don't know is I got 16 point-hollow
Thugged out female war shot-caller
Now what you gonna do?
Where's yo buster ass crew?
When my n***as come for you
(When we come for ya)
[Chorus]
Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?
Now, n***a now, now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?
Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you
(Throw your hands up), now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you
(Whatchu running fo'), now whatcha gonna do when my n***as come for you?
(Busted), Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as for you?
(when we come for ya)
Now whatcha gonna do when my n***as for you
Hahaha
(When they come for you)
(When they come for you )
Shhh
When they come for you