What You Gonna Do? Lyrics

It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, 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 calicoes 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 Roley's 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, "What you want nigga?"
What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?
What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?
I pray to God that I'm dreaming, I know my family Wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it" Mom dukes crying, 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, good fellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs 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, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the crossroads, 'night bone"
What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?
What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/what-you-gonna-do-lyrics-p-diddy.html ] 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 kibbitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka Blowing 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 trying to find a steady place between two cars One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars
Shit, I'm just trying to live, so I could 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 assuming Them niggaz didn't even get to peep Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they filling '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 trying 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 Washing dishes, I guess for going 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 busting, yeah, ah huh
What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?
What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?