Watcha Gon Do? - Terror Squad, 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 being the largest name in rap, since the almighty Kane

Acknowledge the fame

My college terrain was the rugged streets from Harlem to Queens

Back to the Bronx who fathered the dream

That Started this thing called rap, where I reign supreme, my team

Regardless of that, I’ve seen things as far as a 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 these few dyin days

I have left, to the form of flesh

Should I lie in my grave?

I’m tryin to persuade, my mind to try to be brave

And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid

That’s why I rise from the grave singing church songs like

I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum

Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?

Knockin' at ya front door

And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar.

ooooh (holy shit) 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 and more 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 was 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 perform 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 guilotine

Executioner style, black suit and a smile

Who’s 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 killers, y’all niggas shoot in the clouds

(Who's in the house)

Punisher’s straight from hell.

Who’s in the house

(Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)

What’s the deal, now you know that’s how we roll

Hard core like BO bring in the corns baby bro