Diddy Feat. Cee-Lo, Nas - Everything I Love lyrics

rate me

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