Do You See (Feat. Puff Daddy) - Sauce Money, 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

(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)

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 some

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

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?

(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)

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

Rap like me

But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot

(PD)

I’m the cream of the crop

Soon to be seen in the drop

(PD)

Blow the spot for the not

Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop

(PD)

When he drop

Sauce Money

Puff Daddy

Bad Boy forever

B.I.G.

forever

Hitmen

Prestige, rock on playboy