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    It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day
    another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers
    Pull the collars, make em sit for the Godfather
    Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water
    for the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
    Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour
    Now 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 niggaz dressed in black
    Roleys 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, "Whatchu want nigga?"

    Chorus: Puff Daddy

    Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
    Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo'
    You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
    Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
    (repeat 2X)

    Verse Two: Puff Daddy

    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 cryin, baby mom 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 Sharese
    She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation
    On every radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
    That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
    Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills
    Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor
    Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch 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"
    G'night Bone


    Verse Three: Puff Daddy

    Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision
    Watching my life go down, like Christian
    Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
    spraying 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 holes 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 kid
    and own the world, bone all the girlie girls
    That's when I finally figured out
    That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese 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 them
    niggaz didn't even get to peep
    Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
    Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit 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
    Sucker move, for that they don't get no props
    Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots
    We in the block, no Land posters just old posters
    of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta 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 had new spots
    washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
    I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth
    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 bustin, yeah


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