- Votes:
- Composers:
- Vanderpool
- Davin Paul / Combs
- Sean / Gaither
- Todd Eric
 
- See also:
Puff Daddy - Do You See lyrics
[Puff Daddy]
 Yo Puff Daddy
 Get off me
 Ladies & gentlemen
 You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before
 Sauce Money's 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 can't do nigga
 You ain't 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 don't stop
 Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques
 I cop, push Bentley's without the tops, nigga
[Chorus] (Puff Daddy)
 Try to see if you see what I see
 Give my game & spit my G
 When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm 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 you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)
 [Sauce Money]
 No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded
 Whenever I drop hits, you don't 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 don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
 Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
 Spit rounds, it's 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 somePuff Daddy - Do You See - http://motolyrics.com/puff-daddy/do-you-see-lyrics.html
 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 y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
 If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it?
 [Sauce Money] (PD)
 As a matter of fact, yo don't 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)
 I'm 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








