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Do That Puff Daddy Ish Son

Mase:

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah What What What

ATL Harlem World ATL

ATL Harlem World ATL

112 Harlem World 112

112 Harlem World 112

Harlem World ATL 112

112 Harlem World ATL

Yeah Kid You Don't Stop

We Won't Stop

You Don't Stop

Come On

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Baby Whenever I'm With You

No One Else Exists But You

Cause You're The One For Me

Every Time That We're Apart

You're Always In My Heart

And There You'll Always Be

(1) Baby Don't Go

Your Love's So Special

Can't Let Me Go

Now If I Did Wrong, I'm Sorry

No Other Love Is For Me

(2) Love Me, Hold Me (Why Don't You)

Squeeze Me (Love Me, Never Let Me Go, Baby)

Hug Me, Kiss Me (Why Don't You)

Love Me (Love Me, Never Let Go)

Whenever I'm On My Way Home

Just Can't Wait To Be Alone

With You My Baby

Anticipating How You'll Feel

Listen To Me, I'm For Real

When I Say I Love You

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

Mase:

Uh, Uh, Uh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, What, What, What

Come On, Yeah Kid, Harlem World On The Rise

With 112 And You Don't Want No Problem With These Guys

Yo, You Cats Never Want No Problem Like We Want It

When Harlem World Doubled Up, We Put G's On It

I'm Pushin New 700 M.G.'s On It

And If You Can't See The Ice, That Means My Sleeves On It

You Know I Dress As I'm Suppose To Stretch Lex With A Chaffuer

Never Sober, Red Testarossa, Cherry Rover Baguettes In My Jehovah

Me And Puff At The Grammy's, Sittin Next To Oprah (And The Winner Is)

What We Hear Is Platinum That, Platinum This, Platinum Whips,

Nobody Got No Platinum Hits

Cats Know With Me Platinum Always Wraps My Wrist

I Come To The Awards, Quadruple Platinum Chicks

Little Ones Like Twenty Five, What Cats Get Smacked With

Big Ones Like Forty Five, What Cats Get Clap With

I React Sick Whenever My Dough Ain't Accurate

Harlem World, Jr. Mafia, Yeah And That's It

Come On

Repeat 2 Til End

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