Watcha Gonna Do?

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Punisher] 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 They started this thing called rap, but 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 it from scratch I'm locked and I'm trapped in a giant cage Tryin' to savour these few dyin' days I have left to the form of flesh And I lie in my grave? I'm tryin' to persuade my mind to try to be brave And not givin' death the satisfaction of seein' me dyin' afraid That's why I rise from the grave singin' church songs Like I was Jesus Christ, "Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum" [Chorus: Big Punisher] Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at your front door And he wants war, holy shit! He ain't a rapper he'll kill you Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at your front door And he wants war, holy shit! He ain't a rapper he'll kill you [Verse 2: Big Punisher, Fat Joe] 'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (C'mon) And welcome drama (Yeah) with open arms and a code of honor My whole persona equals that of gods Defying matters laws 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' 'em, show him 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 your dream With 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 are killers, y'all niggas 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 chorus, baby bro [Chorus: Big Punisher] Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at your front door And he wants war, holy shit! He ain't a rapper he'll kill you Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at your front door And he wants war, holy shit! He ain't a rapper he'll kill you Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at your front door And he wants war, holy shit! He ain't a rapper he'll kill you Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at your front door And he wants war, holy shit! He ain't a rapper he'll kill you