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Album: Miscellaneous (1997)
Artists: Puff Daddy

  1. ...see also P. Diddy
  2. ...see also P. Diddy
  3. All Night Long
  4. All Night Long
  5. American Dream
  6. American Dream
  7. Angels With Dirty Faces
  8. Been Around The World
  9. Best Friend
  10. Come With Me
  11. Do You Know?
  12. Don't Stop What You're Doing
  13. I Got The Power
  14. I Love You Baby
  15. I'll Be Missing You
  16. If I Should Die Tonight (Interlude)
  17. Is This The End
  18. It's About That Money
  19. It's All About The Benjamins (Promo Mix)
  20. It's All About The Benjamins (Promo Mix)
  21. It's All About The Benjamins (Remix)
  22. Its All About The Benjamins
  23. Lights Camera Action
  24. Missing You
  25. No Way Out (Intro)
  26. Nothin' (Remix)
  27. Only You
  28. P.E. 2000
  29. P.E. 2000 (Spanish Version)
  30. Pain
  31. Pain
  32. Santa Baby
  33. Trouble Me
  34. Victory
  35. What You Gonna Do
  36. What You Gonna Do
  37. Young G's


Puff Daddy
Miscellaneous
What You Gonna Do
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 niggaz 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 asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"
Chorus: Puff Daddy
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 2X)
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
I pray to God that I'm dreamin, I know my family
wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't 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 niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills
Before they draw, niggaz 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, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs?
Here's your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"
G'night Bone
Chorus
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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 a hurricane in this war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no business in this blizzard
they just kibitz, here's five 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 tryin 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 assumin them
niggaz didn't even get to peep
Lil' Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red, nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I ain't duck, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move, for that they don't get no props
Lil' Kim and them, mad they ain't bust no shots
We in the block, no Land posters just old posters
of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures
I'm tryin 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 new 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
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