Noreaga - Don't Know What To Do Lyrics
(noreaga)Big punIn honor, in honorYeahI got love, a tatoo dont make a thugJose luis got ya, golden guns, frank sinatraI know you love it when I rhyme properMan Im still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-tIraq to qbMobb deep in jersey and they swerve to meStay thirsty, thats what my nigga pun told meFirst it was christopher wallace now christopher riosMe and pun drunk, and smoked outI used to go to his crib and visit his kidsHe used to make his daughter and his son boxYo I love them kids, they love they popsYo pun, pick me up, come to queens with usYou know you came up, what what makin it happen>from rappin on the corner and now you goin platinumAt the video, for banned from tvPun came through, in the benz with the tvA ounce of weed and gun deepPun stayed real, yo I love that niggaCause he worked hard for itI burst shit for him(chorus)I aint never gonna love againLife is taken once its givenIts not easy to pretendWhat love has put me throughAll my people dyin and Im askin whySometimes I dont feel like livinIts not easy to pretendI dont know what to do(noreaga)Why the good gotta die so youngFoul niggas live a long life, I cried all nightI cant control myselfBut you gotta stay strong thats what I told myselfWe did ah, I did his album and he did mineWe did a funk flex joint, pete rock jointDj clue joint, even royal flush jointAnd a hundred other records, you get the pointI used to hang with himYou know I bang bang with himAnd when I ran triz you know I always came with himI called angie but was cryin on the phoneI was cryin in my home, freakin cried in the phoneYou see i, knew big had love for pacEven freaky tah and scott larossBut regardless, pun my man, rich or notI know he in heaven, yo he chillin with my popsTell my pops how Im doin, I aint sellin drugsTell my pops that Im rappin, and still with the thugsWhile you tellin him things, tell him the factsTell him how we put boricua back on the map(chorus)(noreaga)Yo he fill a mack but his man is goneHe wanna form a new army, but his man is goneYo this probably hittin me hardThrew my guns in the clouds and buck at godCondolences to his family and the terror squadN.o.r.e., p.u.n., see you then, againMa, I just lost my friendI cant answer the phone I just lost my friendIts mourning now, from night to morning nowThen all the shows and performing nowPun, my nigga pun was always funny speakinPun loved me, and loved that I was puerto rican(chorus)(noreaga talking)You my *****in thug, my nigga and all thatYou know?Thats my mother*****ing heart right thereI feel like I knew that nigga my whole lifeThats really my niggaAnd Im mourning with youThe whole terror squadIm here with yall niggas manHis wife, his kids, Im here with yall, yoI feel the same way yall feelBut Im here with yallI love that man, yoHe was a good manMan its crazySometimes I wonder if there is a godWhy would he take the wrong ones?I wonder that shit all the timeYeah, I wonder that shit all the time