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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 love you? (Let's) "live your life"
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What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) "live your life"
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Do you love me baby I'll be your friend
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Do you love me baby 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, niggaz feel my shit, uhh
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Roll for delf, niggaz 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 niggaz 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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Chorus
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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
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Friends
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| puff daddy |
