Kanye West - Everything I Love lyrics

[Verse 1 - Diddy] 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 uh 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 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 k**er cobra It's Harlem USA I diddy bop and shop with Oprah (Yeah n***a, what.) [Hook - Cee-Lo] n***a what From my voice I'm k**ing 'em I shed my blood About everything I love [Verse 2 - Diddy] 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** 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 n***a, what.) [Hook - Cee-Lo] [Verse 3 - Nas] The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker Pretty b**h slobber, Ex-robber Heister, my own life biographer Pants sagging, Bentley whipping Summer jam stopper, Tim Chuck wearing Pineapple Vodka, 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 weed That was part of my 80's 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 When he gets mean Think fast 'fore I blast hoes Like Gra**y 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 Two of New York's biggest n***as Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us Nas and Diddy, power hustlers (Yeah n***a, what) [Hook - Cee-Lo]