What You Gonna Do?

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 grits, 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?[Verse 2: Diddy]

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?[Verse 3: Diddy]

Nothing but clouds and white suits 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[Chorus: Diddy]

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?