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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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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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Chorus
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Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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Hard to cope with, all these niggaz 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
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*piano interlude, Chorus again*
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Do You Know?
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puff daddy |