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

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the
I'm a of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem
All in my swagger, that's the why I got my hustle

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

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

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

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

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

Poppa monster music
And I Cosa Nostra
Big roaster, cola
Girl, I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha?

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

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

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

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

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

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

he gets mean
Think fast 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

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