PUFF DADDY - What You Gonna Do lyrics

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It's a hell up in harlem, fuckit, another day<br>Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers<br>Pull the collars, make em sit for the godfather<br>Then I holler, to justin my son, run the water<br>For the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power<br>Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour<br>Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos<br>And the navajos, it's just the way this player knows<br>Anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga sam sam<br>Picked me up, in the tan lex land<br>Wanted breakfast down at pan pan's, what's your favorite dish? <br>He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish<br>What is this? three niggaz dressed in black<br>Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat<br>One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack<br>Put my finger on the trigger<br>Then I asked him, whatchu want nigga? <br><br>Chorus: puff daddy<br><br>Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go<br>Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo'<br>You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow<br>Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go<br>(repeat 2x)<br><br>Verse two: puff daddy<br><br>I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family<br>Wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, he ain't make it<br>Mom dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief<br>How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? <br>Now she got beef with them bitches up the street<br>All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend sharese<br>She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation<br>On every radio station, goodfellas in rotation, uhh<br>That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig<br>Attempt to murder me like tommy gills<br>Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor<br>Drill holes in my pocket, sam launch the rocket<br>They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens<br>Love to see a nigga stop breathin<br>I heard a voice sing out, ain't you sean puffy combs? <br>Here's your eulogy, meet you at the crossroads<br>G'night bone<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three: puff daddy<br><br>Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision<br>Watching my life go down, like christian<br>Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis<br>Spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game<br>And deuce deuces can't stand the pain<br>Little guns ain't got no business in this blizzard<br>They just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka<br>Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers<br>Three headed for my chest straight, the other two<br>Came a little late, and just barely missed my face<br>I'm tryin to find a steady place between two cars<br>One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars<br>Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid<br>And own the world, bone all the girlie girls<br>That's when I finally figured out<br>That's that nigga david arthur, sharese baby father<br>And I didn't even bother to ask no further questions<br>No more confessions only suggestions<br>I think sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up<br>From the rear, and sam was the only nigga there<br>Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum<br>Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin them<br>Niggaz didn't even get to peep<br>Lil' kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat<br>Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet<br>Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead<br>They fled, and they waved, hot lead<br>If I aimed up, I'd be on my deathbed<br>Sucker move, for that they don't get no props<br>Lil' kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots<br>We in the block, no land posters just old posters<br>Of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures<br>I'm tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car<br>Took me in the saloon and said, puffy, there you are<br>Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots<br>Washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches<br>I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth<br>Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got hurt<br>That night, I said a little prayer, me and justin<br>That's when I heard the bustin, yeah<br><br>Chorus