Whatcha Gon’ Do (Letra)

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[Timbaland]
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun

I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?"
Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "Who the hell is him?"
I’m in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem
Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin Timb
I’m over capac’y when it come to makin them beats
Me and Missy makin Y’ALL, move y’all feets
Makin y’all dance and tango, make y’all legs get weak
That’s only cause we drop a bunch of heat
That’s whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew
Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too
I know that’s too much for you to handle dude
Now ask yourself what..

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?

[Missy]
When me come in the spot, dem wannn’ jock
Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks
Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks
So I beat that ass to the ground like I’m the cops
AHH, what they gon’ say, AHH, don’t wan’ play
RRR, get ‘em in the club, AHH, smokin on hay, HEY
AHH, when I’m in my ride, OH AHH, people walkin by
AH AHH, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan’ try

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]
I be gettin in girls clothes, make ‘em buy my whole wardrobe
Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose
It’s official I’m a pimp, cause my name glows
If (?) I’m back to the Yugos

[Missy]
Talkin that junk, you get BURRIED
You don’t wanna end up in the cemeTARRRRY
Me and Timbaland got tracks that will KILL YOU
Any other hen I got gats that will PEEL YOU
Whatcha gon’ say, RRR, whatcha gon’ do, RRR
When I’m in the club, RRR, comin for you
I’m just a smooth motherfucker (aww yeah baby)
(Y’all heard me?!) Ahhh
Whatcha gon’ say, RRR, whatcha gon’ do, RRR
When I’m in the club, RRR, and comin for you
I’m just a smooth motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

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Whatcha Gon’ Do? (Letra)

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[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 call was to reign the 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 savior these few dyin days
I have left, to the form of flesh..
Should I lie in my grave?
I’m tryin to persuade, my matto is try to be brave
And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like
I was Je-sus Christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum

[Big Punisher] (Chorus)
Whatcha gon’ do when Pun comes?
Knockin’ at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar..yeah
He ain’t a rapper he’ll kill you

(Repeat)

[Big Punisher]
Till my last breath I’ll have death before dishonor
(come on) and welcome drama(yeah)
Wit open arms and a code of honor
My hole persona equals that of gods
Definin’ matters hard all 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 wuz Pun if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin’ um’
Show ‘em 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 ya dream
wit the "kill anything" grill, chillin’ beside the guilotine
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 killers, y’all niggaz 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
Hard core like BO bring in the corns baby bow

(Chorus 2x’s)

Whatcha Gon Do (Letra)

Kelly Price

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Hook
Whatcha Gon’ Do When You Find Out
That I Been Cheatin’ On You,
And Everything That You Done To Me Boy
I’ve Been Doin To You Boy?

Verse I
You’ve Had Your Fun
You’ve Played Your Game
But I’m Not Gon’ Cry
Cuz Gone Are Those Days
You’ll Never Know
You’ll Never See
It’s Comin’ Back To You
So Tell Me Whatcha Gon’ Do?

Verse II
And So I Creep Trying To Find
The Things That I Need
Body, Soul And Mind
So Long Stayed True
But I Need Love Too
What Goes Around Comes Around
So Tell Me Whatcha Gonna Do?
Bridge
Are You Gonna Wonder Where I’ve Been
What I’ve Done, Who He Is?
Say Your Prayers, Are You Scared?
Or Do You Even Care?
Are We Gonna Try And Work It Out
Start Again Or Will You Doubt
We Can Win, Make It New
So Whatcha Gonna Do????

Whatcha Gon’ Do? (Letra)

Big Punisher

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[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 call was to reign the 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 savior these few dyin days
I have left, to the form of flesh..
Should i lie in my grave?
I’m tryin to persuade, my matto is try to be brave
And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid
That why i rise from the grave singing church songs like
I was je-sus christ ba-rum-pum-pum-pum

[big punisher] (chorus)
Whatcha gon’ do when pun comes?
Knockin’ at ya front door
And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar..yeah
He ain’t a rapper he’ll kill you

(repeat)

[big punisher]
Till my last breath i’ll have death before dishonor
(come on) and welcome drama(yeah)
Wit open arms and a code of honor
My hole persona equals that of gods
Definin’ matters hard all 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 wuz pun if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin’ um’
Show ‘em 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 ya dream
Wit the "kill anything" grill, chillin’ beside the guilotine
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 killers, y’all niggaz 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
Hard core like bo bring in the corns baby bow

(chorus 2x’s)

Whatcha Gon’ Do (Letra)

Missy Elliott

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[timbaland]
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dunn-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dunn-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dunn-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dunn-dun

I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "do you want it timb?"
Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "who the hell is him?"
I’m in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem
Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin timb
I’m over capac’y when it come to makin them beats
Me and missy makin y’all, move y’all feets
Makin y’all dance and tango, make y’all legs get weak
That’s only cause we drop a bunch of heat
That’s whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew
Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too
I know that’s too much for you to handle dude
Now ask yourself what..

[chorus: timbaland]
Whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do?

[missy]
When me come in the spot, dem wannn’ jock
Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks
Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks
So i beat that ass to the ground like i’m the cops
Ahh, what they gon’ say, ahh, don’t wan’ play
Rrr, get ‘em in the club, ahh, smokin on hay, hey
Ahh, when i’m in my ride, oh ahh, people walkin by
Ah ahh, pistol by my side, b-brrr, in case dem wan’ try

[chorus]

[timbaland]
I be gettin in girls clothes, make ‘em buy my whole wardrobe
Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose
It’s official i’m a pimp, cause my name glows
If (?) i’m back to the yugos

[missy]
Talkin that junk, you get burried
You don’t wanna end up in the cemetarrrry
Me and timbaland got tracks that will kill you
Any other hen i got gats that will peel you
Whatcha gon’ say, rrr, whatcha gon’ do, rrr
When i’m in the club, rrr, comin for you
I’m just a smooth motherfucker (aww yeah baby)
(y’all heard me?!) ahhh
Whatcha gon’ say, rrr, whatcha gon’ do, rrr
When i’m in the club, rrr, and comin for you
I’m just a smooth motherfucker

[chorus]

[chorus]