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P. Diddy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Friends Lyrics - P. Diddy

Aha, yeah, yeah 

In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise 

Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused 

I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high 

A brother needs space like a vacant lot 

I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox 

And my little son Justin, touchin a knot 

You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown 

You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? 

It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down 

in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed 

Can 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 my 

name attached, can you all do that? 

Think one thing when you read my name 

That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same 

 

Chorus: Puff Daddy singing 

 

What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life" 

What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) "live your life" 

Do you love me baby I'll be your friend 

Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother 

I would rather be your lover 

 

Verse Two: Foxy Brown 

 

Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now 

Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh 

I swear now, I done killed that shit 

Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh 

Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells 

Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel 

You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell 

Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick 

Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot 

Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot 

It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks 

Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops 

Nigga keyed up, stash for real 

Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit 

Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit 

The P.C. on some real to Newark shit 

Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? 

Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up 

Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust 

Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust 

Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre 

Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare 

Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife 

Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga 

 

Chorus 

 

Verse Three: Puff Daddy 

 

Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time 

Is it still me baby? The one on your mind 

Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find 

ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined 

Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu? 

Can I love you baby? What we about to do 

could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move 

Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you 

Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there? 

Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear 

And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed 

As I place myself in the middle of your legs 

Do you want me baby? Just let me know 

like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow 

Get freaky baby, can you handle that? 

Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah 

 

Chorus 2X to fade 

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