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Big Punisher

Genres: Hip-Hop

Whatcha Gon' Do? Lyrics - Big Punisher

[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 savior these few dyin days 

I have left, to the form of flesh.. 

Should I lie in my grave? 

I'm tryin to persuade, my matto is try to be brave 

And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid 

That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like 

I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum 

 

[Big Punisher] (Chorus) 

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? 

Knockin' at ya front door 

And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar..yeah 

He ain't a rapper he'll kill you 

 

(Repeat) 

 

[Big Punisher] 

Till my last breath I'll have death 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 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 wuz 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 preform at a level beyond the 

expected 4 minute 30 second song 

We reign supreme, my team be all up in ya dream 

wit 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 BO bring in the corns baby bow 

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