Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do You See (Feat. Puff Daddy), artist - Sauce MoneyDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Do You See (Feat. Puff Daddy) |
| Yo Puff Daddy |
| Get off me |
| Ladies & gentlemen |
| You’re about to witness something that you’ve never witnessed before |
| Sauce Money’s in the house & he brought his man with him |
| I leave rap in a state of shock |
| Where to rock, from the figures still |
| Play the block with my niggas |
| Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush |
| Still stack chips galore |
| Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw |
| Better know that everything I love — roll back |
| Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew |
| Still spittin' the fly, hits you can’t do nigga |
| You ain’t gainin', you game in, barely maintainin' |
| I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother |
| Get tougher, hits rougher, Puff is deep in the streets like Chris Tucker |
| My wrists cluster, on a mobile |
| P-Diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don’t stop |
| Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques |
| I cop, push Bentley’s without the tops, nigga |
| (Puff Daddy) |
| Try to see if you see what I see |
| Give my game & spit my G |
| When it’s all done, stack, funds, & I’m the one |
| On top is where I be |
| Tell me, do you see what I see? |
| (When I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me) |
| Do you see what I see? |
| (I know you’re hopin' I’m blind, cause you don’t want me to shine) |
| No secret, undefeated, I’m top seeded |
| Whenever I drop hits, you don’t want it, you need it |
| This a hot joint from Sauce, you feel cheated |
| Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it |
| Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4−1 |
| Niggas want to bite off my flow son |
| I don’t think no one, got that, rock a hot track |
| Like me, nice to the Sauce? |
| Naw |
| Spit rounds, it’s rough did I mention the thorough? |
| BK forever representin' my borough |
| Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips |
| Too easy for you to understand my hits |
| When the album drops every pocket hold some |
| Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son |
| Hypnotic, heard the? |
| war 'fore I shot it |
| Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it |
| I took rap by the throat & locked it |
| P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it |
| Some of y’all tried to blast off, but couldn’t rock it |
| If my flow ain’t like a door, how could you knock it? |
| (PD) |
| As a matter of fact, yo don’t you hate that? |
| (hate that) |
| Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back) |
| Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack) |
| And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track) |
| Only way to react though |
| Make hot joints & stack dough |
| Laughin' at your whack flow |
| Try to catch my G |
| Just so you can rap like me |
| Act like me |
| Rap like me |
| But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot |
| (PD) |
| I’m the cream of the crop |
| Soon to be seen in the drop |
| (PD) |
| Blow the spot for the not |
| Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop |
| (PD) |
| When he drop |
| Sauce Money |
| Puff Daddy |
| Bad Boy forever |
| B.I.G. |
| forever |
| Hitmen |
| Prestige, rock on playboy |