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The world at my
Gold pieces molded with Jesus
Give streets the
From the way I spit the

Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick
Decimal doctor, multiply to get

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the of the city
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat, from the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my

I got the highest stature, Miami flasher
I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish
My signature to Christopher Wallace, get it honest
My first through to him, that was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest known to walk the illest soldier
And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest
You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and with Oprah

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I shed my
everything I love

Am still a eye blacker, open handed, the palm smacker
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good packer
Tear up the Dom P faster
Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit

I call it rich ignorant
Black Express card all gray now
scratched up from constant usage
Girl kidnapper, pop off tags

Poppa makin' music
And I Cosa Nostra
Big roaster, cola
Girl, when I send for ya, friends, wontcha?

I'm the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture
Breeze through with that old school [Incomprehensible]
glowin', ho-in', fly off in a Boeing
Slide off with your ho and spend six on her

My persona, John, unforgivable cologne
Coppin' the diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck, it makes the colder

Nigga,
From my I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
everything I love

The Queens Crypt keeper, hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own biographer
Pants saggin', whippin', Summer Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', vodka, then I spray choppers

A doctor in the jungles of Haiti me
Draped in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam
like Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed, was part of my '80s

The Cartier be near me
yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz tried to juxt me
I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets
fast before I blast hoes Like Grassino
Went from scraggly old
To the fashion and realest rappin'

Pablo on the scene, won't roll back up with green
Strictly paper cruisin' the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all to hate us
But now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I my blood
About everything I

on everything I love, man
It's on everything I
It's on I love, man