Bad Boy's Da Band - Do You Know lyrics

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 co*kin' 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 bu*ton 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