Do You Know? Lyrics

Do You Know? lyrics

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*