Everything I Love (feat. Nas & Cee-Lo)

The world at my sneakers

Gold pieces moulded 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 huh

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 stylist rapture

My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest babe

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 mull it over my venom a killer cobra

It's Harlem USA, I Diddy bop and shop with Oprah

Yeah, ****, what?

****, what?

My voice I'm killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love

To the eye blacker over handed face the palm smacker

Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood pecker

Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster

Platinum Patron splasher fuck Cris spit at ya

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

Papa making monster music

Still I Costra Nostra, big roaster skin cola, girl, when I send for ya

Bring friends wont ya

I'm from the 80s NYC, five percent of culture

Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma

Wrist glowing, hoing, fly off in a Boeing

Slide off with your ho and spend six figures on her

My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne

Copping 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

Yeah, ****, what?

****, what?

My voice I'm killing 'em

I shed my blood

I sold everything I love, man

About everything I love

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker

Pretty bitch slobber, ex-robber

Heister, my own life biographer

Pants sagging, Bentley whipping, summer jam stopper

Tim truck wearing pineapple rocker

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 consiglieres be near me

Canary yellow cuts in pinky yearly

Liz Taylor tried to jux me

'Cause I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets mean think fast before I blast hoes

Like Grassy Knoll

Went from scraggly old clothes to the illest fashion

And realist rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with green

Strictly paper cruising through the strip in Vegas

Two of New York's biggest ****

Y'all used to hate us but now you love us

Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

Yeah, ****, what?

****, what?

My voice I'm killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love

Come on, come on

On everything I love, man

On everything I love

It's on everything I love