paroles de chanson Whatcha Gon Do - Big Pun

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 Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door And he wants war, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you '
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 guillotine 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 niggas 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