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    "Whatcha Gon Do" Lyrics

    Big Punisher feat. Terror Squad

    [Big Punisher]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo...
    Yo, yo, yo, yo...
    Yo, yo...
    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 was to reign 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 the 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 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 death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
    That why I rise from the grave singin church songs like
    I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum

    [Chorus 2X: Big Punisher]
    Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
    Knockin' at ya front door
    And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
    He ain't a rapper he'll kill you

    [Big Punisher]
    'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
    And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor

    My whole persona equals that of Gods
    Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
    I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
    Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
    And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
    The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
    A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
    the expected four minute thirty second song
    We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
    with the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
    Executioner style, black suit and a smile
    Who's next to get their 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 killers, y'all niggaz shoot in the clouds
    (Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
    Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
    What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
    Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]
    This song was submitted on March 9th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP.
    Written by Christopher Rios, J Tineo.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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