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, 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
your hoard I was waiting in the queue looking at the board Wondering whether to have a burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed
they love him like he Kobe And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice
He's in a place but I can't get joy Thinking on you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet you, chips and pitta You say, "When
used to beat that block and now I be's the block Partner let me upgrade u I hear u be the block but I'm the life that keeps the streets on Notice u
with No Limit's like Master P Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin Chorus: *unknown
re a idiot don't take the bad man path I can't take the grime man dem And the indirect it's sly man dem Go to Chip to get noticed But don't phone me
So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french kiss I dismissed all
to gamble baby, here the lick Put the chips down we gotta go right now, this little shit Now we speedin down the I-15 First time I noticed that her eyes
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
chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the
nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back But notice that, I can put it right down to where the shoulders at Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips
this Seven - Fifty notice Staring like a goldfish Rollie that's a gold wrist Cromie that's a Four - Fifth Pockets know how to hold chips, hold six
ringer chipped me a fast range? (Nigga) Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (
Chromy Cartier, carrot glare keep me hustlin' Lamborghini sunk in, dimes humpin' in tight bikinis When I'm out doin' somethin' I know it's something for me to notice
Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french
almost anything to be noticed like ah Pull out his whole bank account and dang near everything he owns And ah, tell everybody in the hood that he got a chip
