Ill Do This for You Lyrics by Puff Daddy

Ill Do This for You Lyrics

    [Puffy] (Mase) |Kelly|
    Yeah, we up now, yeah (Uh c'mon)
    Yeah, we up now (Uh, uh c'mon)
    We up now |Baby, I like it|
    Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh c'mon)
    (Uh uh c'mon) |I like it babe|
    (Uh uh c'mon)
    (C'mon c'mon c'mon)
    They're back

    [Puffy]
    Yo, now nobody party like we party
    You wouldn't know 'till you cats see me party
    I hardly sip bacardi
    So your clique think a nigga to pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh)
    But chicks think when they see I be a V.I.P. D-I-double D-Y
    Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out
    Same cat you know bring all the cars out (yep yep)
    All our street cats buy all the bars out (yep yep)
    Don't know whatch'all 'bout but I'm livin' it up
    Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what
    So you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to)
    They know why everything I touch is so fly
    Mult-I so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi
    All day the niggas from New York to Norway
    My name hold more weight than Broadway

    1 - [Kelly Price]
    You like the way I do the things I do
    It's all for you
    No way to fill my shoes
    Cuz all I do, I do for you

    The more cheddar, the more better
    Ever since I was young I was a go-getter
    And you should know better to call Puff the coketeller
    Knowin' I'm a Hummer wholesaler
    And you should know this
    I'm a poet, got money won't show it
    I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle
    Talk slick, I might bust you
    Watch your manners, I be on the cameras
    I be the next cat down in Atlantis
    Or Pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrific
    Hop in the van shop when we land
    Don't worry bout the pilot chattin' in the Chopper's my man
    I ain't only from Harlem, I'm from the Heartland
    When I got problems I send in a dark van
    Cats in the street treat me like a mob man
    Been number one so much, call me Mr. Chart Man

    Repeat 1

    Yo, I tried to hold back, I can't hold back
    Y'all could be all that, I want it all back
    I sat back, let niggas get they dough
    I played the cut and let niggas rip they show
    Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris'
    Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit
    But watch this shit, I'mma put a stop to this
    I got to flip, the v's niggas pop the shit, come on
    And I been copped the six, been droppin' hits
    Been rock my wrist, and flood my dial
    These haters be hatin, but love my style
    And ladies go crazy, they love my smile
    P. Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga
    Get money, that's simply the plan
    True Chocolate Mack who's pocket's fat
    You wanna rock nigga, rock to that with Bad Boy

    Repeat 1 while:
    [Mase] (Puffy)
    Yep yep, All Out
    Yep yep, H World
    Yep yep, Bad Boy
    Yep yep, wanna blow
    Yep yep, I'm a problem
    Yep yep, can I be
    Yep yep, Crime Fam'
    Yep yep, suga suga
    Uh uh uh
    Uh uh uh
    Uh uh uh
    Uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, we up now)
    Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that)
    Uh uh uh uh uh
    All Out, we back we back
    (We gon' see what you could do now cuz we up now)
    Yeah Baby Stase, Blinky Blink
    (It's our time, come on, come on, come on, come on)

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