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Puff Daddy - What You Gonna Do?
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Its 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, its 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 pans, whats 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 its your turn to go Whatchu gonna do when you cant take no mo You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow Whatchu gonna do when its your turn to go (repeat 2x) Verse two: puff daddy I pray to God that Im dreamin, I know my family Wouldnt take it, when the doctor said, he aint 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 Thats 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, aint you sean puffy combs? Heres your eulogy, meet you at the crossroads Gnight 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 cant stand the pain Little guns aint got no business in this blizzard They just kibitz, heres 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 Im tryin to find a steady place between two cars One of us gon either wind up dead, or behind bars Shit, Im just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid And own the world, bone all the girlie girls Thats when I finally figured out Thats that nigga david arthur, sharese baby father And I didnt 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 Im assumin them Niggaz didnt even get to peep Lil kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit aint sweet Once the light turns red, nuff said, thats dead They fled, and they waved, hot lead If I aimed up, Id be on my deathbed Sucker move, for that they dont get no props Lil kim and them, mad they aint bust no shots We in the block, no land posters just old posters Of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures Im 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 Thats when I heard the bustin, yeah Chorus
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