It's a hell up in Harlem, * it, another day, another dollar Wake up to the barking from the rock wallows Pull the collars, make them sit for the Godfather Then I holler to Justin, my son, run the water for the shower Trust fund scholarships, sure to give him power Baby mama calls, she'll pick him 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 10-legs 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 wrists, 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 gone do when it's your turn to go? What you gone do when you can't take no more? You gone cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow What you gone do when it's your turn to go? What you gone do when it's your turn to go? What you gone do when you can't take no more? You gone cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow What you gone 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 Duke's cryin', baby mom's 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 Cherise She know I keep the hoes from nation to nation On every radio station, good fellas in rotation That's why niggas wanna twist my *, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs Before the draw, niggas threw me to the floor Drill holes in my pockets, Sam launched a 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 gone do when it's your turn to go? What you gone do when you can't take no more? You gone cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow What you gone do when it's your turn to go? What you gone do when it's your turn to go? What you gone do when you can't take no more? You gone cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow What you gone do when it's your turn to go? Nothin' but clouds in white suits fill my vision Watchin' my life go down like Christian Listen, hear them bullets rain Shotguns and Macmillan sprayin' like a hurricane In this war called the turret game Induced 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 Block eye, blowin' bullet hole sizes of door knockers We 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 gone either wind up dead Or behind bars *, I'm just tryin' to live So I can raise my kid And on the whole world, gone all look really good That's when I finally figured out That's that nigga David Arthur Cherise, 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 Little Kim in em In the backseat with the heat Clips, they feelin' em To the top, * ain't sweet Once the light turns red Nuff said, that's dead They fled And they waved hot lead If I ain't duck, I'd be on my deathbed Suck a move For that, they don't get no props Little Kim in em Man, they ain't bust no shots We in the block No lampposters Just old posters of gangster niggas I see ghosts of gangster figures I'm tryin' to hold my own When they snatch me out the car Took me in the saloon And said, Puffy, there you are Them same cats we chased Two blocks had new spots Washing dishes I guess we're goin' out They bitches, I smacked em Gave a little speech to Murph Happiness Cause me know my peeps got hurt That night I said a little prayer Me and Justin That's when I heard the bust 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