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The world at my
Gold pieces molded Jesus features
Give streets the
the way I spit the Ether

Came on the scene at 19, a fiefa
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, talker, walk like a brick flipper
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 Harlem
All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My persona, Sean John, cologne
Coppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high
The chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

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

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

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

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

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

Pablo back on the scene, won't 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,
From my I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
everything I love

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