Lyrics
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 him sit for the Godfather
Then I holler to Justin, my son, "Run the water"
For the shower, trust fund scholarships sure to give 'em power
Baby mama called, she pick 'em 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 more?
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 more?
You gon' cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow?
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
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 crying, 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 Shareese
She know 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 the draw, niggas threw me to the floor
Drilled holes in my pockets, Sam launched 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"
Light bulb
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no more?
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 more?
You gon' cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow?
What you gon' 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 rain
Shotguns and MAC-millis
Sprayin' 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 hole 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 tryin' to find a steady place between two cars
One of us gon' either wind up dead or behind bars
Shit, I'm just tryin' to live so I can raise my kids
And own the whole world, bone all the girly girls
That's when I finally figured out
That's that nigga David Arthur, Shareese 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 'em
In the back seat with the heat
Clips, they fillin' 'em to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, 'nough said, that's dead
They fled and they waved hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that, they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and 'em mad they ain't bust no shots
We in the block, no lamposters
Just old posters of gangster niggas
I see ghosts of gangster figures
I'm tryin' 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
At new spots washin' dishes
I guess we're goin' out like bitches
I smacked 'em, gave a little speech, then merced
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 bussin', yeah, uh-huh
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?
What you gon' do when you can't take no more?
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 more?
You gon' cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow?
What you gon' do when it's your turn to go?