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Whatcha Gonna Do


by Big Pun. Buy album CD: Other Songs 1 - Y


[Big Punisher]
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 call was to reign the 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 motto is try to be brave
And not give 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

[Chorus 2X: Big Punisher]
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
[Big Punisher]
'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 guilotine
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 niggaz 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 B.O., bring in the corns baby bro

[Chorus] - repeat 2X




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Album: Other Songs 1 - Y Lyrics
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  1. 100 %
  2. Banned From TV
  3. Beware
  4. Boomerang
  5. Brave In The Heart
  6. Capital Punishment
  7. Carribean Connection
  8. Classic Verses
  9. Fast Money
  10. Feelin' So Good
  11. Firewater
  12. Freestyle
  13. Freestyle With Remy Martin
  14. Glamour Life
  15. Heavyweights
  16. How We Roll
  17. I'm Not A Player
  18. John Blaze
  19. Laughing At
  20. Laughing At You
  21. Leather Face
  22. Live At Jimmy's
  23. Livin' La Vida Loca (Remix)
  24. Mamma
  25. Ms. Martin
  26. My Dick
  27. My Turn
  28. My World
  29. New York Giants
  30. Nigga Shit
  31. Off The Books
  32. Off Wit His Head
  33. Parental Discretion
  34. Pina Colada
  35. Punish Me
  36. Sex, Money & Drugs
  37. Still Not A Player
  38. Super Lyrical
  39. The Dream Shatterer
  40. Top Of The World
  41. Tres Leches
  42. Twinz
  43. Uncensored
  44. Watch Those
  45. We Don't Care
  46. Whatcha Gonna Do
  47. Who Is A Thug
  48. Wishful Thinking
  49. Wrong Ones
  50. You Ain't A Killer
  51. You Came Up
  52. You Was Wrong

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