Do You Know? lyrics

Artist  : Puffy Daddy 
Song : Do You Know?



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Then, there are the times in my life
When I
feel, trapped
Feel there's, no way out
No
escape
To be honest, I don't know where my
life is goin
Where I'll end up at
I just
don't know

Verse One: Puff Daddy

I
looked back and saw the cat focus, took
notice
Stayed away from the bogus, til his
rise began
Phillies stacked his grand played
the brokest
til he seemed hopeless, soon to be
the dopest, cat comin
Track stunnin, fame
singin, his name ringin
Money starts to pile,
honeys start to wild
Top notch drop top make
everything he drop hot
He dream, visualize,
plot and scheme
Got the cream legally without
the beam
Witcha fire eye drive slow,
8-5-0
Jet black tint still, they might
know
Who the cat controllin the strings of rap
and R&B
Trapped inside of a movie starrin me,
so far

Chorus: repeat 2X

Do you
know where you're goin to?
Do you like the
things that life is showing you?
Where are you
going to? Do you know?

Verse Two: Puff
Daddy

Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin
with cats who move bricks
Heard she do
backflips, for niggaz who stack chips
Suck for
dough, now she fuck for Bills up in
Buffalo
Real G's makin her back swell
Only
givin head to those niggaz who rapped
well
Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on
Whitman cool mints
Rumors spread, half a G she
took, six or more
Two bagged up, four went
raw
Back of my mind countin up the big
score
Violators from the door, she lookin up
from the floor
Sore from all the pain her body
couldn't ignore
So far from pure, rotten to the
core
Either or, for sure, trapped inside the
world of a whore

Chorus

Verse
Three: Puff Daddy

Hard to cope with, all
these niggaz and dope whips
with cash flow,
motherfuckers that gotta flash gold
to bag
hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block
twice
In they Roleys they rock ice, to get
they hit on
Bitches dyin to get on, suck a
dick or get shit on
Don't understand they
playin wit it
Players get these bitches open
and let they man hit it
Fuck that, you can
trust that, if I had a gun
I'd release slugs
black and bust back
See how these players love
that, to the point where
I can't take it, I'm a
playa hater, I can't fake it
I wanna spill
myself, to feel the thrill myself
And since I
can't be a player, wanna kill myself,
trust

Chorus w/ variations

I been
on this road for a long time now
At time it
seems like the road is never gonna end
On this
road there's a lotta, hills and mountains
Peaks
and valleys
Even a lot of potholes on this
road
It's never smooth, on the road of
life
I don't know where I'm going
I just
know where I wanna end up at

Chorus w/
variations

Lord can you help me get
there?
Please let me get there

*piano
interlude, Chorus again*