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Everything I Love
Diddy, CeeLo Green, Nas
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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 fiend for
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer (okay)
I'm an entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city
I'm a part of the sewers (yea), 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 (ah), Miami diamond flasher (mmh)
I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest (see me babe)
My first album due 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 mull it over my venom a killer cobra (yea)
It's Harlem USA (uhuh) I diddy bop and shop with Oprah
(Yeah nigga, what?) Nigga what?
You will have a hard time killing 'em
I shed my blood
About everything I love
To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker (that's right)
Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer
Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster
Platinum Patrรณn splasher, fuck Cris', spit atcha (alright)
I call it rich ignorant laughter (come on)
Black American express card all grey now, its scratched up
From constant usage, girl kidnapper, pop tags off tags
Poppa making monster music (lets go), and still I Costra Nostra
Big roaster, skin cola, girl when I send for ya
Bring friends won't ya?
I'm from the 80s, NYC five percent of culture (uhuh)
Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma (yeah)
Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing (don't stop)
Slide off with your ho, and spend six figures on her (yea, aaw)
My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne
Copying the biggest diamonds makes me sorta bipolar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck, it makes the night colder (cammon girl)
(Yeah nigga, what?) Nigga what?
You can have a hard time killing 'em
I shed my blood (that's all everything I love mahn)
About everything I love (yea, Relon-Relon)
The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, ex-robber
Heister, my own life biographer (that's right)
Pants sagging, Bentley whipping
Summer Jam stopper, Timb Chuck wearing
Cranapple Vodka, then I spray choppers
A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me (uhuh)
Draped in paisley bandanas, suits with Adam Stacey (mh-mmh)
Cigar like Dick Tracy, its dark I get spacey (hu-hu)
Alcohol and laced weed, that was part of my 80s
The Cartier consiglieres be near me
Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor tried to jux me
'Cause I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby (don't stop)
When he gets mean (mmh-mmh)
Think fast 'fore I blast hoes like Grassy Knoll
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 cruising through the strip in Vegas (mh-mmh)
Two of New York's biggest niggas
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers
(Yeah nigga, what?) Nigga what?
You will have a hard time killing 'em
I shed my blood (come on)
About everything I love
(Come on, come on)
(Hu-hu)
(It's on everything I love mehn)
(Yeah, yea)
Ha ha ha, yeah
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It's on everything I love
It's on everything I love
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