Big Punisher - Whatcha Gon Do? lyrics

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Big Punisher - Whatcha Gon Do? lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo, yo... [Verse 1] It's hard to explain how my squad can harbor the strain Of being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane Acknowledge the fame My call is to reign was to run the streets from Harlem to Queens Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team Regardless of that, I've seen things as far as a crack That'll make the hardest largest artist heart just collapse I'm part of all that that's why it's so hard to go back And start it from scratch I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage Tryin to savor these few dyin days I have left, to the form of flesh Should I lie in my grave? I'm tryin to persuade, my motto is try to be brave And not give d**h the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid That's why I rise from the grave singing church songs like I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum [Hook x2] Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar.. ooooh (holy sh**) yeah He ain't a rapper he'll k** you [Verse 2] Till my last breath I'll have d**h before dishonor (come on) and welcome drama (yeah) Wit open arms and a code of honor My hole persona equals that of gods Definin' matters hard and more before you even had a job I'll stab and rob if I have to f** it i'll blast you, tell the devil it was Pun if he ask you And let him know how we be deadin' um' Show 'em my emblem, the tombstone, the throne, every millennium A child is born that can perform at a level beyond The expected 4 minute 30 second song We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream Wit the "k** anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine Executioner style, black suit and a smile Who's next to get they neck hacked loose in the crowd, move from the aisle Don't make me have to prove that I'm wild Word to Cuban, my crew k**ers, y'all n***as shoot in the clouds (Who's in the house) Punisher's straight from hell. Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherf**er we the real) What's the deal, now you know that's how we roll Hard core like BO bring in the corns baby bro