Terror Squad - Whatcha Gonna Do? lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo it's hard to explain how my
Squad can harbor the strain
Of being the largest name in rap
Since the almighty Kane
Acknowledge the fame
My college terrain was the rugged 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 things as far as the crack
That'll make the hardest largest
Artist heart just collapse
I'm part of all that that's why
It's so hard to go back
And start from scratch
I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin' to savor these few dyin' days
I have left
To the form of flesh should I lie in my grave
I'm tryin' to persuade my mind
To try to be brave
And not givin' death the satisfaction
Of seein' me dyin' afraid
That why I rise from the
Grave singin' church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you

'Til my last breath I'll
Have death before dishonor (C'mon)
And welcome drama
(yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you
Even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to
Fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em
Show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can
Preform at a level beyond
The expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme
My team be all up in your dream
With the "kill anything" grill
Chillin' beside the guillotine
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 niggas shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher
Straight from hell who's in the house
(Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal
Now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like opening chorus baby bro

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you