Whatcha Gonna Do? Terror Squad

[Verse 1: Big Punisher]
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
Started this thing called rap, where 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 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 givin' death the satisfaction of seein' me dyin' afraid
That why I rise from the grave singin' church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ pa-rum-pum-pum-pum

[Hook: Big Punisher] X2
Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes?
Knockin' at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar, holy shit!
He ain't a rapper he'll kill you