Whatcha Gon Do (feat. Terror Squad)

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 motto 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 Jesus Christ, ba rum pum pum pum
 Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
 Knockin' at ya front door
 And he wants war, yeah
 He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
 Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
 Knockin' at ya 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
 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 guillotine
 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
 Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
 Knockin' at ya front door
 And he wants war, yeah
 He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
 Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
 Knockin' at ya front door
 And he wants war, yeah
 He ain't a rapper he'll kill you