What You Gonna Do? Lyrics - P. Diddy

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 free to go, free to blow, with the calicoes 

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 

Roley's 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 gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when you can't take no more? 

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

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when you can't take no more? 

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

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

I pray to God that I'm dreaming, I know my family 

Wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it" 

Mom dukes crying, 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, good fellas in rotation, uhh 

That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig 

Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs 

Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor 

Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket 

They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens 

Love to see a nigga stop breathing 

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 gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when you can't take no more? 

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

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when you can't take no more? 

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

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision 

Watching my life go down, like Christian 

Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis 

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 kibbitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka 

Blowing 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 trying to find a steady place between two cars 

One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars 

Shit, I'm just trying to live, so I could 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 assuming 

Them niggaz didn't even get to peep 

Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat 

Clips they filling '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 deathbed 

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 niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures 

I'm trying to 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 

Washing dishes, I guess for going 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 busting, yeah, ah huh 

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when you can't take no more? 

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

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? 

What you gonna do when you can't take no more? 

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

What you gonna do when it's your turn to go?