Whatcha Gon Do? Lyrics

Whatcha Gon Do? lyrics

[Big Punisher] 

Yo, yo, yo, yo... 

Yo, yo, yo, yo... 

Yo, yo... 

It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain 

Of bein' the largest name in rap, arm of the game 

Regardless of the fame, my ruggish terrain 

was the streets from Harlem to Queens 

Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream 

Started this thing called rap,where I reign supreme, my team 

Regardless of that, I've seen thangs fathers would cry 

For that'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse 

I'm from all that that's why it's so hard to go back 

and start from scratch 

I'm lockin' up track in a giant cage 

tryin' to save these few dyin days 

i have left to a former flesh 

Should I lie in my grave? 

I'm tryin to persuade, my matto is try to be brave 

I'm not givin death the satisfaction of me dyin afraid 

That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like 

I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum 


[Big Punisher] (Chorus) 

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? 

Knockin' at ya front door 

And he wants moooorrree...(Holy sh*t !) 

He ain't a rapper he'll kill you 


(Repeat) 

 

[Big Punisher] 

Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor 

(come on) and welcome drama(yeah) 

but open arms in the code of honor 

My hole persona equals that of gods 

Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job 

I'll stab and rob if I have to 

f**k it i'll blast you, tell the devil it wuz Pun if he ask you 

And let him know how we be deadin' um' 

Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium 

a child is born that can preform at a level beyond the 

expected form on a 30 second song 

We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream 

wit the 'kill anything' grill, chillin' beside the guilotine 

Executioner style, black suit and a smile 

who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd, move from the aisle 

Don't make me have to prove that I'm wild 

Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shootin the clouds 

(Who's in the house) 

Punisher straight from hell. Who's in the house 

(Terror Squad motherf**ker we the real) 

What the deal, now you know that's how we roll 

Hard core like BO, bring in the cars baby go 


(Chorus 2x's)