Lyric What You Gonna Do - Puff Daddy

Lyric Song What You Gonna Do: It s a Hell Up in Harlem itanother day
another dollarwake upto the barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the collarsmake em sit for the Godfather
Then I hollerto Justin my sonrun the water
for the showertrust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma callshe pick him upin about an hour
Now free to gofree to blowwith the calicos
and the navajosit s just the way this player knows
anything goesfinally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me upin the tan Lex Land
Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan swhat s your favorite dish
He ordered cheese eggs and gritsI had the swordfish
What is this Three niggaz dressed in black
Roleys on they wristfeathers in they hat
One tapped me on my backthen pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the trigger
then I asked himyquot;Whatchu want niggayquot;
Chorus Puff Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when it s your turn to go
Whatchu gonna do when you can t take no mo
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
Whatchu gonna do when it s your turn to go
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Verse Two Puff Daddy
I pray to God that I m dreaminI know my family
wouldn t take itwhen the doctor saidyquot;He ain t make ityquot;
Mom Dukes cryinbaby mom full of grief
How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased
Now she got beef with them bitches up the street
All because I used to creepwith her girlfriend Sharese
She knowsI keep the hoesfrom nationto nation
On every radio stationGoodfellas in rotationuhh
That s why niggaz wanna twist my shitflip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills
Before they drawniggaz threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocketSam launch the rocket
They wanna rip my arms out the socket in heathens
Love to see a nigga stop breathin
I heard a voice sing outyquot;Ain t you Sean Puffy Combs
Here s your eulogymeet you at the Crossroadsyquot;
G night Bone
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Verse Three Puff Daddy
Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go downlike Christian
Listen hear them bullets rangshotguns and Mac millis
spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can t stand the pain
Little guns ain t got no business in this blizzard
they just kibitzhere s five shots to visitblaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers
Three headed for my chest straightthe other two
came a little lateand just barely missed my face
I m tryin to find a steady place between two cars
One of us gon either wind up deador behind bars
ShitI m just tryin to liveso I can raise my kid
and own the worldbone all the girlie girls
That s when I finally figured out
That s that nigga David ArthurSharese baby father
And I didn t even bother to ask no further questions
No more confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me upcause them bullets squeezed up
from the rearand Sam was the only nigga there
Then they all peeled out in the rentalaluminum
Sam in the passenger seatso I m assumin them
niggaz didn t even get to peep
Lil Kim and themin the backseatwith the heat
Clips they feelin emto the topshit ain t sweet
Once the light turns rednuff saidthat s dead
They fledand they wavedhot lead
If I aimed upI d be on my deathbed
Sucker movefor that they don t get no props
Lil Kim and themmad they ain t bust no shots
We in the blockno Land posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
I m tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
Took me in the saloon and saidyquot;Puffythere you areyquot;
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots
washin dishesI guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked emgave a little speechto mirth
Happinesscause me and all my peeps got hurt
That nightI said a little prayerme and Justin
That s when I heard the bustinyeah
Chorus