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 niggas 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 ask him, 'Whatchu want nigga?'........................... CHORUS: 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)........................... I pray to God that I'm dreamin'/ I know my family wouldn't take it/ When the doctor said, 'He aint 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 niggas wanna twist my shit, flip my wig/ Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills/ Before they draw, niggas 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, 'Aint you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads'/ G'night Bone.......................... Chorus.......................... 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 hurricane in this war called the terror game/ And duece dueces can't stand the pain/ Little guns aint got no buisness in this blizzard/ They just kibitz, here's 5 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 trying 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 assuming them niggas didn't even get to peep/ Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat/ Clips they feelin' 'em, to the top, shit aint sweet/ Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead/ They fled, and they waved, hot lead/ If I aint duck, I'd be on my deathbed/ Sucker move, for that they don't get no props/ Lil' Kim and them, mad they aint bust no shots/ We in the block, no Land posters just old posters/ Of gangsta niggas I see ghosts of gangsta figures/ I'm trying 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 no 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.......................... Chorus.....................