P Diddy - P Diddy-What You Gonna Do Lyrics

It's a Hell Up in Harlem, f*ckit, 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, 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

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 it's your turn to go

Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo'

You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow

Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go

(repeat 2X)



Verse Two: Puff Daddy



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 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

That's 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-aca