N.O.R.E. - Don't Know What to Do lyrics

(Noreaga) big Pun
In honor, in honor yeah

I got love, a tatoo don't make a thug
Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
I know you love it when I rhyme proper
Man I'm still T-H-U-G-G-E-D-O-U T iraq to QB
Mobb Deep in Jersey, they swerve with me
Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga Pun told me
First it was Christopher Wallace
Now Christopher Rios
Me and Pun drunk liquor, and smoked our weed
I used to go to his crib and visit his kids
He used to make his daughter and his son box
Yo I love they kids, they love they pops
Yo Pun, pick me up, come to Queens with us
Because you came up
What what makin it happen
From rappin on the corner and
Now you goin platinum
At the video, for "Banned From TV"


Pun came through, in the Benz with the TV
A ounce of weed and guns indeed
Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga
Cause he worked hard for it
I curse God for it

I ain't never gonna love again
Life is taken once it's given
It's not easy to pretend
What love has put me through
All my people dyin and I'm askin why
Sometimes I don't feel like livin
It's not easy to pretend
I don't know what to do

Why the good, they gotta die so young
Foul niggas live a long life
I cried all night
Shit, I can't control myself
But you gotta stay strong that's
What I told myself
I did his album and he did mine
We did a Funk Flex joint, Pete Rock joint
DJ Clue joint, even Royal Flush joint
And a hundred other records
You get the point i used to hang with him
You know I bang bang with him
And when I ran Triz you know
I always came with him
I called Angie but was cryin on the phone
I was cryin in my home, even crying to 'Pone
You see I, knew Big had love for 'Pac
Even Freaky Tah and Scott LaRock (Big L too)
But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not
He probably in heaven
Yo he chillin with my pops
Tell my pops how I'm doin
I ain't sellin drugs
Tell my pops that I'm rappin
And still with the thugs
While you tellin him things
Tell him the facts
Tell him how we put Boricua back on the map

I ain't never gonna love again
Life is taken once it's given
It's not easy to pretend
What love has put me through
All my people dyin and I'm askin why
Sometimes I don't feel like livin
It's not easy to pretend
I don't know what to do

Joey Crack still a mack, but his man is gone
He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone
Yo the shit kinda hit me hard
Throw my guns in the clouds
And just buck at God
Condolences to his family and
The Terror Squad
N-O-R-E, P-U-N, see you then, again
Ma, I just lost my friend
I can't answer the phone
I just lost my friend
Mourning now, from night to morning now
Dead all the shows ain't performing now
PUN, my nigga Pun was always funny speakin
Pun loved me
And loved that I was Puerto Rican

I ain't never gonna love again
Life is taken once it's given
It's not easy to pretend
What love has put me through
All my people dyin and I'm askin why
Sometimes I don't feel like livin
It's not easy to pretend
I don't know what to do
You my fuckin thug, my nigga and all that
You know?
That's my motherfucking heart right there
I feel like I knew that nigga my whole life
That's really my nigga
And I'm mourning with you
The whole Terror Squad
I'm here with y'all niggas man
His wife, his kids, I'm here with yall, yo
I feel the same way y'all feel
But I'm here with y'all i love that man, yo
He was a good man man it's crazy
Sometimes I wonder if there is a God
Why would he take the wrong ones?
I wonder that shit all the time
Yeah, I wonder that shit all the time