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The at my sneakers
Gold pieces with Jesus features
streets the fever
From the way I spit the

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

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, that's from the struggle
All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my

I got the highest stature, diamond flasher
I got you caught in the flyest and stylish rapture
My next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest
My first album through to him, that was my project

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

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

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

I call it rich laughter
Black Express card all gray now
It's scratched up constant usage
Girl kidnapper, pop tags off

Poppa makin' music
And still I Cosa
Big roaster, skin
Girl, when I for ya, bring 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 biggest diamonds, makes me sorta
to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

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

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

A doctor in the jungles of made me
in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam Stacey
Cigar Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed, that was of my '80s

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

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

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

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

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