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The world at my
Gold pieces molded 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
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, from the Harlem struggle
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 to Christopher 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, only roll up the illest doja
You sit and mail it my venom, a killer cobra
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with

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

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

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

Poppa makin' monster
And still I Cosa
Big roaster, cola
Girl, when I for ya, bring friends, wontcha?

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

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

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

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

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

The conciergeries be near me
Canary yellow cuts in my yearly
Liz tried to juxt me
I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

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

Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with
paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, used to hate us
But now you love us, Nas and Diddy, hustlers

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

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