[Puff Daddy]
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Yo Puff Daddy
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Get off me
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Ladies & gentlemen
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You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before
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Sauce Money's in the house & he brought his man with him
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I leave rap in a state of shock
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Where to rock, from the figures still
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Play the block with my niggas
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Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
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Still stack chips galore
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Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
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Better know that everything I love - roll back
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Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
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Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
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You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin'
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I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother
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Get tougher, hits rougher, Puff is deep in the streets like Chris Tucker
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My wrists cluster, on a mobile
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P-Diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don't stop
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Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques
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I cop, push Bentley's without the tops, nigga
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[Chorus] (Puff Daddy)
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Try to see if you see what I see
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Give my game & spit my G
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When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm the one
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On top is where I be
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Tell me, do you see what I see?
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(When I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me)
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Do you see what I see?
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(I know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)
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[Sauce Money]
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No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded
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Whenever I drop hits, you don't want it, you need it
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This a hot joint from Sauce, you feel cheated
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Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it
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Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1
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Niggas want to bite off my flow son
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I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
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Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
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Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention the thorough?
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BK forever representin' my borough
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Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
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Too easy for you to understand my hits
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When the album drops every pocket hold some
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Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son
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Hypnotic, heard the ? war 'fore I shot it
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Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it
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(Chorus)
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[PD]
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I took rap by the throat & locked it
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P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
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Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
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If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it?
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[Sauce Money] (PD)
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As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that? (hate that)
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Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back)
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Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack)
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And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)
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[PD]
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Only way to react though
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Make hot joints & stack dough
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Laughin' at your whack flow
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Try to catch my G
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Just so you can rap like me
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Act like me
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[SM]
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Rap like me
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But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot
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(PD)
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I'm the cream of the crop
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[SM]
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Soon to be seen in the drop
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(PD)
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Blow the spot for the not
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[SM]
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Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop
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(PD)
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When he drop
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(Chorus 4X)
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[Puffy ad-libs throughout chorus]
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Sauce Money
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Puff Daddy
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Bad Boy forever
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B.I.G. forever
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Hitmen
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Prestige, rock on playboy
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Do You See
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Sauce Money |