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Aha, yeah, yeahIn a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruiseSometimes I make the news, falsely accusedI gotta shake the spot when the stakes is highA brother needs space like a vacant lotI'm lookin forward to the future, mase and the loxAnd my little son justin, touchin a knotYou knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptownYou knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the bad boy, pull up and break the clutch downIn the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speedCan you enterprise and rise like cream do? And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with myName attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my nameThat puff nigga, the game'll never be the sameChorus: puff daddy singingWhat do you do when they love you? (let's) live your lifeWhat do you do when the love turns cold? (let's) live your lifeDo you love me baby I'll be your friendDo you love me baby though I love you like a brotherI would rather be your loverVerse two: foxy brownErybody wanna be pam grier now, stare nowWanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhhI swear now, I done killed that shitDangerous na na, niggaz feel my shit, uhhRoll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sellsDunn tripped on gortex to pelly pelYou're fuckin with mel, I have 500 to sellConvertible shit, leavin bitches real sickHeard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lotBallers out of town, spots in adobe cotIt don't stop I fox, floss plenty rocksSince eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty dropsNigga keyed up, stash for realTwenty g's please what? fuck the soft shitHundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shitThe p.c. on some real to newark shitRecall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck upGet your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lustDangerous, when three general niggaz bustInfa-wear, but I sips dom pierreFloss through the ave all them hoes wanna stareOh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trifeBrook-lyn, bring it on niggaChorusVerse three: puff daddyCan you feel me baby? I been away a long timeIs it still me baby? the one on your mindCan we creep when everybody sleepin and findOurselves 'tween satin sheets intertwinedCan I touch you baby? is that aight witchu? Can I love you baby? what we about to doCould make the whole earth move, I tell you my first moveClimb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt youCan you feel me baby? should I keep it right there? Is it still me baby? take off your night wearAnd lay your pretty body in the middle of your bedAs I place myself in the middle of your legsDo you want me baby? just let me knowLike aaliyah baby, and i'ma set you slowGet freaky baby, can you handle that? Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeahChorus 2x to fade