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The at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded with features
Give the fever
From the way I spit the

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

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

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

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

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

I call it ignorant laughter
Black American card all gray now
It's scratched up from constant
Girl kidnapper, pop tags off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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