Don't know what to do Lyrics
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Don't know what to do Lyricsby Noreaga Buy album CD: Other Songs T - STA (Noreaga) Big Pun In honor, in honor Yeah I got love, a tatoo dont 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 and they swerve to me Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga Pun told me First it was Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios Me and Pun drunk, and smoked out I used to go to his crib and visit his kids He used to make his daughter and his son box Yo I love them kids, they love they pops Yo Pun, pick me up, come to Queens with us You know 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 gun deep Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga Cause he worked hard for it I burst shit for him (chorus) I aint never gonna love again Life is taken once its 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 (Noreaga) Why the good gotta die so young Foul niggas live a long life, I cried all night I can't control myself But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself We did ah, 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, freakin cried in the phone You see I, knew Big had love for Pac Even Freaky Tah and Scott LaRoss But regardless, Pun my man, rich or not I know he 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 (chorus) (Noreaga) Yo he fill a mack but his man is gone He wanna form a new army, but his man is gone Yo this probably hittin me hard Threw my guns in the clouds and 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 It's mourning now, from night to morning now Then all the shows and performing now PUN, my nigga Pun was always funny speakin Pun loved me, and loved that I was Puerto Rican (chorus) (Noreaga talking) 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
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