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The at my sneakers
pieces molded with Jesus features
Give streets the
the way I spit the Ether

Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a 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 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 flasher
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, roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mail it my venom, a killer cobra
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and with Oprah

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

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

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

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
through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible]
Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a
Slide off your ho and spend six figures on her

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

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

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

A doctor in the jungles of Haiti 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 Cartier conciergeries be me
yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor to juxt me
'Coz I it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

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

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 love us, Nas and Diddy, power

Nigga,
my voice 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