| Lyrics: | It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, 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 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
niggaz dressed in black
Roleys 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, "Whatchu want
nigga?"
Chorus: Puff Daddy
Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
Whatchu
gonna do when you can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and
slow
Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Puff
Daddy
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 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, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my
shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills
Before they draw, niggaz threw me to
the floor
Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket-aca |
