Everything I Love Lyrics - P. Diddy

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