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[Jay-Z]
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Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies
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In something foreign, soarin', 145
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The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly
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I want it all, no lie
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Picture me pourin' poppin' something imported
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Pedal flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to Lauryn
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Now picture me falling
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[Puffy]
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Never seen, never heard, never happened, never occurred
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Now picture me flying 10,000 feet above the sea
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Popping bubbly, you'd love to be me
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Now picture the servants in the cabin with the sweetest massage
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Picture having ice and only wanna speak to God
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Picture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished
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At the same time, tell me what you think matters
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Picture all the money that I've gotten off tours
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Now picture me plotting for more, picture this nigga
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1 - [Both]
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Do you like it (yeah)
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Wanna do the things that I do
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Tell me do you want it (yeah)
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Wanna know what it's like in my shoes
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Do you need it (yeah)
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Wanna see the things that I see
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Tell me do you want it (yeah)
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Wanna know what it's like to be me
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[Puffy]
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Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools
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Straight flipping, losing my cool
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Now picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your house
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The gun's with me, put one in your mouth
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Now picture me dressed in white linen while your life is ending
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Slightly grinning, picture that priceless image
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Picture me broke as fuck on your block about to open up
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Like Okay nigga, what's up
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[Jay-Z]
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Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' a "U"
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Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING WITH WHO?"
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Picture me not being that hustler dude
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Picture the Benz, a 5, and the drop not new
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Picture the watch ain't platinum, and the rock's not blue
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Picture y'all niggaz not knowing how I do
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Picture me, better yet picture you
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Painting a better picture than the one that I drew
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Repeat 1
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[Puffy]
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Where do you go from here when you felt you've done it all
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When what used to get you high don't get you high no more
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When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more
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When you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more
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[Jay-Z]
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Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape
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How much money can one nigga make in one place
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How much dough could you hold in one safe
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How many hoes can a nigga really chase
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[Puffy]
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Where do you go after the applause
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After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours
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After asking these whores what they after me for
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Is it the money? The fame? The house, take it all
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[Jay-Z]
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The sky's the limit, but I ain't done jumping
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Money is fast, but I ain't done running
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Picture me driving some wack shit
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Picture me folding under pressure, picture that shit
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Do You Like It, Do You Want It
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P.Diddy |