No Way Out

It`s a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day<br>another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers<br>Pull the collars, make em sit for the Godfather<br>Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water<br>for the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power<br>Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour<br>Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicos<br>and the navajos, it`s just the way this player knows<br>anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam<br>Picked me up, in the tan Lex Land<br>Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan`s, what`s your favorite dish?<br>He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish<br>What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black<br>Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat<br>One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack<br>Put my finger on the trigger<br>then I asked him, "Whatchu want nigga?"<br><br>Chorus: Puff Daddy<br><br>Whatchu gonna do when it`s your turn to go<br>Whatchu gonna do when you can`t take no mo`<br>You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow<br>Whatchu gonna do when it`s your turn to go<br>(repeat 2X)<br><br>Verse Two: Puff Daddy<br><br>I pray to God that I`m dreamin, I know my family<br>wouldn`t take it, when the doctor said, "He ain`t make it"<br>Mom Dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief<br>How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased?<br>Now she got beef with them bitches up the street<br>All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese<br>She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation<br>On every radio station, Goodfellas in rotation, uhh<br>That`s why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig<br>Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gills<br>Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor<br>Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket<br>They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens<br>Love to see a nigga stop breathin<br>I heard a voice sing out, "Ain`t you Sean Puffy Combs?<br>Here`s your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads"<br>G`night Bone<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Puff Daddy<br><br>Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision<br>Watching my life go down, like Christian<br>Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and Mac millis<br>spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game<br>And deuce deuces can`t stand the pain<br>Little guns ain`t got no business in this blizzard<br>they just kibitz, here`s five shots to visit, blaka<br>Blowin bullet holes sizes of door knockers<br>Three headed for my chest straight, the other two<br>came a little late, and just barely missed my face<br>I`m tryin to find a steady place between two cars<br>One of us gon` either wind up dead, or behind bars<br>Shit, I`m just tryin to live, so I can raise my kid<br>and own the world, bone all the girlie girls<br>That`s when I finally figured out<br>That`s that nigga David Arthur, Sharese baby father<br>And I didn`t even bother to ask no further questions<br>No more confessions only suggestions<br>I think Sam set me up, cause them bullets squeezed up<br>from the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there<br>Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum<br>Sam in the passenger seat, so I`m assumin them<br>niggaz didn`t even get to peep<br>Lil` Kim and them, in the backseat, with the heat<br>Clips they feelin em, to the top, shit ain`t sweet<br>Once the light turns red, nuff said, that`s dead<br>They fled, and they waved, hot lead<br>If I aimed up, I`d be on my deathbed<br>Sucker move, for that they don`t get no props<br>Lil` Kim and them, mad they ain`t bust no shots<br>We in the block, no Land posters just old posters<br>of gangsta niggaz I see ghosts of gangsta figures<br>I`m tryin to hold my own when they snatched me out the car<br>Took me in the saloon and said, "Puffy, there you are"<br>Them same cats we chased two blocks had new spots<br>washin dishes, I guess for goin out like bitches<br>I smacked em, gave a little speech, to mirth<br>Happiness, cause me and all my peeps got hurt<br>That night, I said a little prayer, me and Justin<br>That`s when I heard the bustin, yeah<br><br>Chorus