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