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The at my sneakers
Gold molded 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, like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, to get richer

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

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

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

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

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

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

makin' monster music
And I Cosa Nostra
Big roaster, skin
Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends,

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

My persona, Sean John, cologne
Coppin' the biggest diamonds, me sorta bi-polar
to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck, it makes the night

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

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life
saggin', Bentley whippin', Summer Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, then I choppers

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

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

he gets mean
Think fast before I blast Like Grassino
from scraggly old clothes
To the illest and realest rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, roll back up with green
Strictly cruisin' through the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, used to hate us
But now you us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

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

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