Do You Know? Lyrics - P. Diddy

Then, there are the times in my life 

When I feel, trapped 

Feel there's, no way out 

No escape 

To be honest, 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 away from the bogus, til his rise began 

Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest 

til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin 

Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin 

Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild 

Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot 

He dream, visualize, plot and scheme 

Got the cream legally without the beam 

Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 

Jet black tint still, they might know 

Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B 

Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

Do you know where you're goin to? 

Do you like the things that life is showing you? 

Where are you going to? Do you know? 

Verse Two: Puff Daddy 

Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks 

Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips 

Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo 

Real G's makin her back swell 

Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well 

Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints 

Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more 

Two bagged up, four went raw 

Back of my mind countin up the big score 

Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor 

Sore from all the pain her body couldn't ignore 

So far from pure, rotten to the core 

Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Puff Daddy 

Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips 

with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold 

to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice 

In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on 

Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on 

Don't understand they playin wit it 

Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it 

Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun 

I'd release slugs black and bust back 

See how these players love that, to the point where 

I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it 

I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself 

And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust 

Chorus w/ variations 

I been on this road for a long time now 

At time it seems like the road is never gonna end 

On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains 

Peaks and valleys 

Even a lot of potholes on this road 

It's never smooth, on the road of life 

I don't know where I'm going 

I just know where I wanna end up at 

Chorus w/ variations 

Lord can you help me get there? 

Please let me get there 

*piano interlude, Chorus again*