Everyday (Amor) Songtext
von Diddy

True bad man no cry
Some a live and some a die
Real man kill and don′t say
Move in silence every day, every day

Money making ability
Theme music to the Godfather trilogy
Yeah, I just do it for the thrill in me
Come through and facilitate the facility

Walk out on the tab, they try billing me
Call the plug on the diesel that's from the Philippines
Start asking yourself, "Damn, how good is he?"
To make it look so simple, but how could it be?
Uh, especially when the work is enormous
Proper preparation, perfect performance
Never let ′em overexert your endurance
A liability really can hurt your insurance


This is the hustler's thesis
Money accumulates but the product decreases
All types of weed, coke and hashish is
Move it without touching it, telekinesis

True bad man no cry
Some a live and some a die
Real man kill and don't say
Move in silence every day, every day

The definition of power
Find out that them dudes that′s repping with you is cowards
Your right hand man been effing you on the powder
Cut a body part off and they leave it by City Island

We get to the money, the money get to us
Could′ve left but we stayed, how slick of us


Love us or be sick of us
We millionaires, my niggas up
You think of Puff, you think of Mitch
Either you talking money or talking gibberish
Me, I died with New York mind or Jigga shit
Both did clothing and liquor, got into bigger shit
King gotta fight for the throne, you gotta live with this
Friendly competition in music, you should consider this
Just a little moment, I figured I'd revisit it
′Cause y'all niggas is talking it but ain′t living it

True bad man no cry
Some a live and some a die
Real man kill and don't say
Move in silence every day, every day

Pray for the sight, the light pop

Death is certain and life′s not
If I'm in the booth then you know that the mic hot
If I'm in the safe who can tell what I might drop?
My context complex

I′m just playing God in the devil′s contest
Are you cursed or blessed?
When you take your last breath or your first one
Let me dumb down, get the verse done
Walk with the angels and demons, I'm not the first one
Soul′ll be out of my body before the hearse come
You dig me then you used to the witty
Old soul, I was here when Medusa was pretty

New York nigga, roof of the city
I'm in the coupe looking pretty
I got work, I still move with the Biggie
Playing ten crack commandments, it′s never a lack of handness
This is called painting the picture without a canvas

Stop
Ayo, that shit was cold, B
Mitch was a real star
See, when the lights caught him, he always looked good
And Mitch got love from everybody
I mean everybody

They say I'm overrated when they weigh in
The fish outgrew the pond that a nigga play in
It′s like a blowout but the starter just wanna stay in
When you rap about the shit you simultaneously weigh in

I'm trying to find peace for the love of my brother
Who dodged the white powder I couldn't, I′m covered
The price of blood diamonds is killing our cousins
While high blood sugar just killing my mother
Two bezels later and another Porsche
It′s midnight, the sunrise leather says the devil loves
Daytona wind at the dealership
Drug money in the back, officers get to peeling shit

I ain't never been platinum, nigga
Yeah, every car since was platinum, nigga

More liquid than you rapper niggas
Only Mister was a blacker nigga
Color purple on the label
Off-White all over the table like a sable
Sniff when your curse is your gift
Your niche get deported like Arizona Rich
He′ll be back