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Do You Know (Featuring Wyclef Jean)

Ya'll hear the guitars, Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me, I've officially made Da Band
I'm a Rock Star!

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Chorus [Sara]
Do you know, where your goin to
do you like the things that life is showing you
What you gonna do

Verse 1:
[Chopper(Young City)]
So where you from?

Where chicks rock Air Force Ones
belly shirts tied up
and our hair stay done
So where you from?

Well they don't rock Air Force Ones
We hit the block, at the spots holdin Air Force guns
So where you from?

Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots
Deuce Duece and my tube socks ichin the shoe
So where you from?

[Choppa (Young City)]
Well Guirillas dont be messin wit cops
You catch a case go on the run and still huggin the block

So what you do?

[Chopper (Young City)]
Big Ballin, Money Makin and Flossin
Sean John, You know how we do it in New Orleans
So what you doin?

When i'm doin , i'm doin it big
i'm cockin it back the mack, crack-cracking your rib
And what you doin?

Man, i'm mindin my biz, I'm tryin to feed my kid
I can't starve dawg, I need my rib
Yo what you doin?

Shutin broads down, believe me
On my grind all night cuz your girl is greedy


All I know, somebody better have my money
Cuz being broke as a joke, I don't find that funny

All I know, that chicks betta respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother, but I still will spank ya

[Chopper( Young City)]
All I know is this project livin is shhhh
What could you tell me if you ain't never been in this here

All I know, my flow, put me through betta doors
And bought two gold pedals for that Bentley is a....errrrr

Please, don't give up [dylan: don't give up]
On your life
Ghetto child [dylan: ghetto child]
It's alright

See the sun will come out


Even though we grindin on in the ghetto
But so it go and so it go
When the sun come out to shine, I be so ready for dying-o
Forgive me for my sins, but I still holdin my nine-o
VIP lookin for another man to rob now
Just another way to escape Rikkar's Island

I'm gonna prove to these dudes
I can get me a crew
Without snatching you outta yours
With that still on you

[Chopper (Young City)]
I'm gonne prove I'm a superstar
Rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neal's
You know who we are

I'm gonna prove it, that Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight, like I'm snatchin your chain

And i'ma prove it, to the chicks that cold shouldered me
And all the record labels that chose to look over me
Ha, I ain't goin back to jail
To a pack of oodles and noodles and a whack in my cell
Dudes be cutting the yard, we rushin the guard
We takin over, it's a riot, gun buttin the sarge
All of my homies with wheels waiting foward to peel
Oh it's all the way real, we peel, penitentiary still


[Wyclef Jean talking]
Bad Boy, Refugee camp
Calabo, let's go

Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing

[Chopper (Young City)]
Chopper City straight outta New Orleans

The infamous Freddy Pee from the MIA

It's Sara Stokes with the Midwest Swing

Dylan Dillengan, doin me tingg

E-Ness, that Philly cat, stickin niggas for bling

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