| Aha, yeah, yeah
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| In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise
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| Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused
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| I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
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| A brother needs space like a vacant lot
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| I’m lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
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| And my little son Justin, touchin a knot
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| You knew I was comin for the crowns that’s uptown
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| You knew I was comin to put it down so what now?
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| It’s the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down
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| In the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed
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| Can you enterprise and rise like cream do?
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| And leave em talk about the last time they seen you?
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| Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my
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| Name attached, can you all do that?
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| Think one thing when you read my name
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| That Puff nigga, the game’ll never be the same
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| Chorus: Puff Daddy singing
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| What do you do when they
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| Love you? |
| (Let's) «live your life»
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| What do you do when the
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| Love turns cold? |
| (Let's) «live your life»
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| Do you love me baby
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| I’ll be your friend
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| Do you love me baby
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| Though I love you like a brother
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| I would rather be your lover
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| Verse Two: Foxy Brown
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| Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now
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| Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh
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| I swear now, I done killed that shit
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| Dangerous Na Na, niggas feel my shit, uhh
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| Roll for delf, niggas steal my shit sells
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| Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel
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| You’re fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell
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| Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick
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| Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot
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| Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot
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| It don’t stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks
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| Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops
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| Nigga keyed up, stash for real
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| Twenty G’s please what? |
| Fuck the soft shit
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| Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit
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| The P.C. |
| on some real to Newark shit
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| Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what?
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| Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up
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| Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust
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| Dangerous, when three general niggas bust
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| Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre
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| Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare
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| Oh yeah? |
| I’m up in your life, play you trife
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| Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga
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| Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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| Can you feel me baby? |
| I been away a long time
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| Is it still me baby? |
| The one on your mind
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| Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find
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| Ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined
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| Can I touch you baby? |
| Is that aight witchu?
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| Can I love you baby? |
| What we about to do
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| Could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move
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| Climb up in it slow, I ain’t tryin to hurt you
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| Can you feel me baby? |
| Should I keep it right there?
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| Is it still me baby? |
| Take off your night wear
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| And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed
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| As I place myself in the middle of your legs
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| Do you want me baby? |
| Just let me know
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| Like Aaliyah baby, and I’ma set you slow
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| Get freaky baby, can you handle that?
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| Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah
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| Chorus 2X to fade |