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The at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded with features
Give streets the
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, slick talker, like a brick flipper
doctor, multiply to get richer

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's 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 in the most flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it
My first album through to him, that was my biggest

Now I'm the illest known to walk like the soldier
And I smoke, only roll up with 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,
my voice I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
everything I love

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

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

Poppa makin' monster
And still I Nostra
Big roaster, skin
Girl, when I 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 with your ho and spend six on her

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

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

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

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

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

When he gets
Think before 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 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, power

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

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