What You Gonna Do? Lyrics

What You Gonna Do? lyrics

It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day
another dollar, wake up, to the
barking from the Rottweilers
Pull the collars, make em sit for the
Godfather
Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water
for the shower,
trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma call, she pick him
up, in about an hour
Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos
and
the navajos, it's just the way this player knows
anything goes, finally
caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
Picked me up, in the tan Lex Land
Wanted
breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish?
He ordered cheese
eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
What is this? Three niggaz dressed in
black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my
back, then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the trigger
then I asked
him, "Whatchu want nigga?"

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
(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Puff Daddy

I pray to
God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't take it, when the doctor
said, "He ain't make it"
Mom Dukes cryin, baby 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 creep, with her girlfriend Sharese
She
knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation
On every radio station,
Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my
wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills
Before they draw, niggaz threw
me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
They
wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens
Love to see a nigga stop
breathin
I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's
your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night
Bone

Chorus

Verse Three: Puff Daddy

Nothing but clouds and
white suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like Christian
Listen
hear them bullets rang, shotguns 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 kibitz,
here's five shots to visit, blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes of door
knockers
Three headed for my chest straight, the other two
came a little
late, and just barely missed my face
I'm tryin to find a steady place
between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit,
I'm just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid
and own the world, bone all the
girlie girls
That's when I finally figured out
That's that nigga David
Arthur, Sharese baby father
And I didn't even bother to ask no further
questions
No more confessions only suggestions
I think Sam set me up,
cause them bullets squeezed up
from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga
there
Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
Sam in the
passenger seat, so I'm assumin them
niggaz didn't even get to peep
Lil'
Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the
top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's
dead
They fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I aimed up, I'd be on my
deathbed
Sucker move, for that they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them,
mad they ain't bust no shots
We in the block, no 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
said, "Puffy, there you are"
Them same cats we chased two blocks had new
spots
washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave
a little speech, to mirth
Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got
hurt
That night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
That's when I
heard the bustin, yeah

Chorus