Текст песни What You Gonna Do?

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

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[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]

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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]

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