The world at my sneakers   Gold pieces molded with Jesus features   Give streets the fever   From the way I spit the Ether      Came on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefa   For money, power, respect, get it by any means   A New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper   Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer      I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city   I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy   I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle   All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle      I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher   I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture   My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest   My first album through to him, that was my biggest project      Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldier   And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja   You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra   It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah      Nigga, what?   From my voice I'm killin' 'em   I shed my blood   About everything I love      Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker   Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer   Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster   Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha      I call it rich ignorant laughter   Black American Express card all gray now   It's scratched up from constant usage   Girl kidnapper, pop tags off tags      Poppa makin' monster music   And still I Cosa Nostra   Big roaster, skin cola   Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha?      I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture   Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible]   Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a Boeing   Slide off with your ho and spend six figures on her      My persona, Sean John, unforgivable cologne   Coppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar   Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers   The studded chain around my neck, it makes the night colder      Nigga, what?   From my voice I'm killin' 'em   I shed my blood   About everything I love      The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker   Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life biographer   Pants saggin', Bentley whippin', Summer Jam stopper   Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, then I spray choppers      A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me   Draped in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam Stacey   Cigar like Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey   Alcohol and laced weed, that was part of my '80s      The Cartier conciergeries be near me   Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly   Liz Taylor tried to juxt me   'Coz I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby      When he gets mean   Think fast before I blast hoes Like Grassino   Went from scraggly old clothes   To the illest fashion and realest rappin'      Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with green   Strictly paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas   Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all used to hate us   But now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers      Nigga, what?   From my voice I'm killin' 'em   I shed my blood   About everything I love      It's on everything I love, man   It's on everything I love   It's on everything I love, man