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[Jay-Z]Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skiesIn something foreign, soarin', 145The God is calling for my body, let my spirit flyI want it all, no liePicture me pourin' poppin' something importedPedal flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to LaurynNow picture me falling[Puffy]Never seen, never heard, never happened, never occurredNow picture me flying 10,000 feet above the seaPopping bubbly, you'd love to be meNow picture the servants in the cabin with the sweetest massagePicture having ice and only wanna speak to GodPicture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavishedAt the same time, tell me what you think mattersPicture all the money that I've gotten off toursNow picture me plotting for more, picture this nigga1 - [Both] Do you like it (yeah) Wanna do the things that I do Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like in my shoes Do you need it (yeah) Wanna see the things that I see Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like to be me[Puffy]Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for toolsStraight flipping, losing my coolNow picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your houseThe gun's with me, put one in your mouthNow picture me dressed in white linen while your life is endingSlightly grinning, picture that priceless imagePicture me broke as fuck on your block about to open upLike Okay nigga, what's up[Jay-Z]Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' a "U"Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU FUCKING WITH WHO?"Picture me not being that hustler dudePicture the Benz, a 5, and the drop not newPicture the watch ain't platinum, and the rock's not bluePicture y'all niggaz not knowing how I doPicture me, better yet picture youPainting a better picture than the one that I drewRepeat 1[Puffy]Where do you go from here when you felt you've done it allWhen what used to get you high don't get you high no moreWhen you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no moreWhen you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more[Jay-Z]Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tapeHow much money can one nigga make in one placeHow much dough could you hold in one safeHow many hoes can a nigga really chase[Puffy]Where do you go after the applauseAfter all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the toursAfter asking these whores what they after me forIs it the money? The fame? The house, take it all[Jay-Z]The sky's the limit, but I ain't done jumpingMoney is fast, but I ain't done runningPicture me driving some wack shitPicture me folding under pressure, picture that shitRepeat 1 until fademore