It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day
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another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers
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Pull the collars, make em sit for the Godfather
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Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water
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for the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
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Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour
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Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos
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and the navajos, it's just the way this player knows
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anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam
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Picked me up, in the tan Lex Land
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Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish?
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He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish
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What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black
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Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat
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One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack
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Put my finger on the trigger
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then I asked him, 'Whatchu want nigga?'
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Chorus: Puff Daddy
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Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
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Whatchu gonna do when you can't take no mo'
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You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow
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Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go
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(repeat 2X)
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Verse Two: Puff Daddy
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I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
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wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, 'He ain't make it'
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Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief
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How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased?
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Now she got beef with them bitches up the street
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All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese
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She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation
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On every radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh
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That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
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Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills
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Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor
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Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket
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They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens
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Love to see a nigga stop breathin
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I heard a voice sing out, 'Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
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Here's your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads'
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G'night Bone
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision
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Watching my life go down, like Christian
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Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis
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spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game
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And deuce deuces can't stand the pain
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Little guns ain't got no business in this blizzard
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they just kibitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka
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Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers
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Three headed for my chest straight, the other two
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came a little late, and just barely missed my face
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I'm tryin to find a steady place between two cars
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One of us gon' either wind up dead, or behind bars
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Shit, I'm just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid
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and own the world, bone all the girlie girls
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That's when I finally figured out
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That's that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father
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And I didn't even bother to ask no further questions
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No more confessions only suggestions
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I think Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up
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from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there
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Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum
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Sam in the passenger seat, so I'm assumin them
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niggaz didn't even get to peep
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Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
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Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
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Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead
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They fled, and they waved, hot lead
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If I ain't duck, I'd be on my deathbed
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Sucker move, for that they don't get no props
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Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots
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We in the block, no Land posters just old posters
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of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
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I'm tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car
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Took me in the saloon and said, 'Puffy, there you are'
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Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots
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washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches
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I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth
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Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got hurt
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That night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin
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That's when I heard the bustin, yeah
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Chorus
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What You Gonna Do?
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P.Diddy |