Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Want, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Song language: English
What You Want |
| Ladies and gentlemen |
| We are gathered here today |
| To join |
| I see it, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I like this right here |
| Yeah, yeah |
| One-Two, One-Two, in the place to be |
| As you can see |
| I am the crush groovin' |
| There’s a whole lot of stars be groovin' in here tonight |
| The record breaking and the record making |
| Yeah, yeah, turn this up |
| From the states to over seas |
| Every city in between I hit the scene |
| Catch fire like kerosene |
| Geting paid for more then a decade |
| We been blazing, y’all wasn’t ready for the PD invasion |
| Caught you off guard, got bitches, got cars |
| Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar |
| Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you know? |
| No one important, just another nigga flossing |
| Gotta seal, what I’m touching is real |
| You just a clone wit' a production deal |
| I sailed the seven seas and kept my head above the water |
| Sorry I left you, but now I am back for ya |
| But it’s like we never bounced, platinum from word of mouth |
| Hottest niggas out |
| Alot better, the shit’s too strong |
| I’m home now, daddy’s been gone too long |
| What you niggas want |
| Wanna talk slick |
| Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit |
| Who you fucking wit' |
| You and your weak clique |
| Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit |
| You coppin' pleas now, it ain’t a secret |
| Trying to be niggas you can’t even speak with |
| You can’t run, you can’t hide |
| Bad Boy 'till the day we die |
| Tell they all like Jordan in the fall |
| On top of the hill like Lauren, Killing 'Em Soft' |
| What you grillin' me for? |
| Kept my name good, we from the same hood |
| Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood |
| Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me |
| Wanna grind on me |
| Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me |
| You can’t stop 'em when them shells is popping |
| Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching |
| At all times, put it all on the line |
| Without a care dreams of cream turn to nightmares |
| No one to talk to, don’t know who to trust |
| Got your gun out and don’t know who to bust |
| It get like that though, when you stack that dough |
| Can’t run from it yo, that’s when they get close |
| So put up you guards, keep faith in God |
| I promise y’all the world’ll be ours |
| Your games amaze, but alot of ways, many choices |
| Can’t sleep, when I do I hear voices |
| Speakin' loud and clear, wait 'till you come out this year |
| So I listen back cause the street is missing that |
| What a world we live in |
| So cold I’m shivering, slipping |
| Gotta work with what I’m given, shit |
| Bitches is trifling, hands out grabbin' |
| Niggas hating, scheming and back stabbin' |
| That’s why they hang around you, just to be seen |
| Type to leave a gun fight wit' a full magazine |
| No blood, not hit, chamber ain’t warm |
| What part of the game is this? |
| And who’s side you on? |
| Can’t be out for wealth and out for self, won’t work |
| Find yourself tucked and surrounded by dirt |
| In a verse I show the whole earth my work |
| It got to get better because it can’t get no worse |