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Rating: 1.13
Song Details
Artist(s)
  • P. Diddy
  • Album(s)
  • No Way Out (buy)
  • Aha, yeah, yeah
    In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise
    Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused
    I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
    A brother needs space like a vacant lot
    I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
    And my little son Justin, touchin a knot
    You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown
    You knew I was comin to put it down so what now
    It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down
    in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed
    Can you enterprise and rise like cream do
    And leave em talk about the last time they seen you
    Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my
    name attached, can you all do that
    Think one thing when you read my name
    That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same

    Chorus: Puff Daddy singing

    What do you do when they love you (Let's) quot;live your life quot;
    What do you do when the love turns cold (Let's) quot;live your life quot;
    Do you love me baby I'll be your friend
    Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother
    I would rather be your lover

    Verse Two: Foxy Brown

    Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now
    Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh
    I swear now, I done killed that shit
    Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh
    Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells
    Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel
    You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell
    Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick
    Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot
    Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot
    It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks
    Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops
    Nigga keyed up, stash for real
    Twenty G's please what Fuck the soft shit
    Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit
    The P.C. on some real to Newark shit
    Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what
    Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up
    Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust
    Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust
    Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre
    Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare
    Oh yeah I'm up in your life, play you trife
    Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga

    Chorus

    Verse Three: Puff Daddy

    Can you feel me baby I been away a long time
    Is it still me baby The one on your mind
    Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find
    ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined
    Can I touch you baby Is that aight witchu
    Can I love you baby What we about to do
    could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move
    Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you
    Can you feel me baby Should I keep it right there
    Is it still me baby Take off your night wear
    And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed
    As I place myself in the middle of your legs
    Do you want me baby Just let me know
    like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow
    Get freaky baby, can you handle that
    Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah

    Chorus 2X to fade

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