Diddy - What You Gonna Do? lyrics

[Diddy - 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 I'm 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 grit's
I had the swordfish
What is this? Three niggas dressed in black


Rollies 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 gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no mo'?
You gon' cry like a bitch or
Take it nice and slow
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no mo'?
You gon' cry like a bitch or
Take it nice and slow
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?

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 moms 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, uh
That's why niggas wanna twist my shit
Flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs
Before they draw
Niggas 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 night Bone

What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no mo'?
You gon' cry like a bitch or
Take it nice and slow
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no mo'?
You gon' cry like a bitch or
Take it nice and slow
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?

Nothing but clouds and white
Suit's fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like Christion
Listen hear them bullets rang
Shotguns and Mac milli's
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 tryna find a steady
Place between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead
Or behind bars shit, I'm just tryna 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' 'em
Niggas 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 death bed
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 niggas I see
Ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm tryna 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 we're 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, uh huh

What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no mo'?
You gon' cry like a bitch or
Take it nice and slow
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no mo'?
You gon' cry like a bitch or
Take it nice and slow
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?

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