Do You Know Lyrics - Singles - Bad Boy's Da Band

Y'all hear the guitars 

Wyclef is in the building 

Puffy came to get me 

I have officially made the band 

I'm a rock star 

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 One's 

Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done 

So where you from? Where they don't rock Air Force One's 

We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns 

So where you from? Philly splitters rock Dickies and boots 

A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe 

Man where you from? Where guerrillas 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 biz 

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 

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 

Please, don't give up, on your life 

Ghetto child, it's alright 

The sun will come out tomorrow 

Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto 

But so we go and 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 

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 penitentiary steel, come on 

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 

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