Do You Know - Bad Boy's Da Band, Wyclef Jean

Y’all hear the guitars

Wyclef is in the building

Puffy came to get me I have officially made the band

I’m a rockstar

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Do you know where you’re going to Do you like the things

That life is showing you

What are you gonna do Do you know

So where you from?

Where chicks rock Air Force 1's

Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done

So where you from

Where they don’t rock Air Force 1's

We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns

So where you from

Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots

A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe

Man where you from

Where guerillas don’t be messing with cops

You catch a case

Go on the run and still hugging the block

So what you doing

Big Ballin' money makin and flossin'

Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans

So what you doing

What I’m doing, man I’m doing it big

I’m cockin it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig

Man what you doing

Man I’m minding my bizz I’m trying to feed my kids

I can’t starve dog I need my rib

Yo what you doing

Shuttin' broads down believe me On my grind all night cause your girl is greedy

whoooo

Do you know where you’re going to Do you like the things

That life is showing you

What are you gonna do Do you know

All I know

Somebody better have my money

If being broke is a joke

I don’t find that funny

All I know

That chicks better respect my gangsta

I’m far from your mother

But I still will spank ya All I know

Is this project living and sh…

What could you tell me If you ain’t never been in this here

All I know

My flow put me through better doors

And bought two gold pedals

For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke

Please, don’t give up, on your life

Ghetto child, it’s alright, it’s alright

The sun will come out, tomorrow

Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto

But so we go, so we go

When the sun come out to shine

I’d be so ready for die now

Forgive me for my sins

But I still holding me nine-ah

VIP looking for another man for rob now

Just another way for escape Riker’s Island

I’m gonna prove to these dudes

I can get me a Coupe

Without snatching you out of yours

With that steam on you, blakoww

I wanna prove

I’m a superstar

My rims sitting on Shaquille O’Neals

You know who we are

I gonna prove it That Babs is the best in the game

So thugs hold on tight

Like I’m snatching your chain

And I’m gonna prove it To the chicks that cold shouldered me And the record labels

That chose to look over me, ha I ain’t going back to jail

To a pack of Oodles and Noodles

In the wack of my cell

Dudes get cut in the yard

We rushing the guards

We taking over it’s a riot

Gun button the Sarge

All of my homies with wheels

Waiting for in the peel

Is all the way real

We peel penintentiary steel, come on Do you knoooowwww Ohhhhhhh

Do you know where you’re going to Do you like the things

That life is showing you

What are you gonna do (You gotta know)

Do you know

Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let’s go Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing

Chopper City straight out of New Orleans

The infamous Freddy P. from the M-I-A

It’s Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing

Dylan Dillinger doing me thing

E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow

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