| Then, there are the times in my life
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| When I feel, trapped
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| Feel there’s, no way out
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| No escape
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| To be honest, I don’t know where my life is goin
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| Where I’ll end up at
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| I just don’t know
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| Verse One: Puff Daddy
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| I looked back and saw the cat focus, took notice
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| Stayed away from the bogus, til his rise began
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| Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest
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| Til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin
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| Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin
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| Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild
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| Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot
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| He dream, visualize, plot and scheme
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| Got the cream legally without the beam
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| Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8−5-0
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| Jet black tint still, they might know
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| Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B
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| Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Do you know where you’re goin to?
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| Do you like the things that life is showing you?
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| Where are you going to? |
| Do you know?
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| Verse Two: Puff Daddy
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| Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks
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| Heard she do backflips, for niggas who stack chips
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| Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo
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| Real G’s makin her back swell
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| Only givin head to those niggas who rapped well
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| Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints
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| Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more
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| Two bagged up, four went raw
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| Back of my mind countin up the big score
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| Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor
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| Sore from all the pain her body couldn’t ignore
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| So far from pure, rotten to the core
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| Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore
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| Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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| Hard to cope with, all these niggas and dope whips
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| With cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold
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| To bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice
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| In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on
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| Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on
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| Don’t understand they playin wit it
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| Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it
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| Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun
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| I’d release slugs black and bust back
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| See how these players love that, to the point where
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| I can’t take it, I’m a playa hater, I can’t fake it
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| I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself
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| And since I can’t be a player, wanna kill myself, trust
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| Chorus w/ variations
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| I been on this road for a long time now
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| At time it seems like the road is never gonna end
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| On this road there’s a lotta, hills and mountains
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| Peaks and valleys
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| Even a lot of potholes on this road
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| It’s never smooth, on the road of life
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| I just know where I wanna end up at
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| Chorus w/ variations
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| Lord can you help me get there?
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| Please let me get there |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do You Know?, artist - Puff Daddy. Album song No Way Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп