Everything I Love(feat. Nas & Cee-Lo) - Diddy (吹牛老爹)

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

Did it by any means

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 mull it over

My venom a killer cobra

It's Harlem USA I diddy bop

And shop with Oprah

(Yeah ni**a, what.)

Ni**a what

From 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 packer

Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster

Platinum patrone splasher,

F**k cris, spit atcha

I call it rich ignorant laughter

Black American express card all grey now,

Its scratched up

From constant usage, girl kidnapper,

Pop tags off tags

Poppa making monster music,

And still I Costra Nostra

Big roaster, skin cola,

Girl when I send for ya

Bring friends wontcha?

I'm from the 80's NYC 5 percent of culture

Breeze through with

That old school blue malaroma

Wrist glowing, ho-ing,

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 makes the night colder

(Yeah ni**a, what.)

Ni**a what

From my voice I'm killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker

Pretty b**ch 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 bandanas

Suits with Adam Stacey

Cigar like Dick Tracy

Its dark I get spacey

Alcohol and laced w**d

That was part of my 80's

The Cartier consigieres be near me

Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly

Liz Taylor tried to joke me

Cause I keep it green like the

Other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets mean

Think fast 'fore I blast hoes

Like Grassy Knoll

Went from scraggly

Old clothes to the illest fashion

And realest rappin'

Pablo bath on the scene,

Won't go back to no green

Strictly paper cruising through

The strip in Vegas

Two of New York's biggest niggas

Y'all used to hate us,

But now you love us

Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

(Yeah ni**a, what)

Ni**a what

From my voice I'm killing 'em

I shed my blood

About everything I love