Don't Know What To Do Lyrics - Noreaga

(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 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 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 

(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