Watcha Gon Do? (feat. 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 bein' the largest name in rap since the almighty Kane

Acknowledge the fame, my call was to reign

Used to run the streets from Harlem to Queens

Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream

They started this thing called rap whereI  reign supreme

My team, regardless of that

I've seen 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 it from scratch

I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage

Tryin' to savor this few dyin' days

I have left to the form of flesh

Should I lie in my grave?

I'm tryna persuade, my motto is try to be brave

And not give death the satisfaction of seein' me dyin' afraid

I swear, I rise from the grave

Singing church songs like I was Jesus Christ, ba-rum-pum-pum-pum

Whatcha gon do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at your front door

And he wants war, yeah

He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you

Whatcha gon do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at your front door

And he wants war, yeah

He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you

Till my last breath, I'll have death before dishonor

And welcome drama with open arms and a code of honor

My whole persona equals that of gods

Defying matters, odds and more before you even had a job

I stab and rob if I have to

Fuck it, I'll blast you

Till 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 perform at a level beyond the

Expected 4 minute 30 second song

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

With the "Kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guillotine

Executioner style, black suit and a smile

Who next to get they 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 are killers

Y'all **** 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

Hardcore like B.O. bring in the corns, baby blow

Whatcha gon do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at your front door

And he wants war, yeah

He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you

Whatcha gon do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at your front door

And he wants war, yeah

He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you

Whatcha gon do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at your front door

And he wants war, yeah

He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you

Whatcha gon do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at your front door

And he wants war, yeah

He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you