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D.I.T.C. f A.G., O.C., Ghetto Dwellas

Themes, Dreams, and Schemes

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Текст песни D.I.T.C. f A.G., O.C., Ghetto Dwellas - Themes, Dreams, and Schemes

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[O.C.]Even if the Chosen One`s frozen, inside iceI still rise like the spirit of Christ, it`s all rightI`m a let you niggas know I`m still niceWith this voicebox made of gold, larynx pricelessWhat the fuck y`all niggas thought?I done seen niggas sold and bought for what my ancestors foughtWas taught to drop Jewelz (Word life!)You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shellsI will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planetSplitting niggas wigs like I`m slamming `em on graniteNiggas can`t manage whether Jamacian, HatianDominican, white, or SpanishFuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit outIf it`s coming from the top, make sense of what you`re talking about[A.G.]The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine BerettaYour rhymes is dope, but mines is betterLet us divide this cheddar, O.C. and us threeTighter than niggas that did time togetherIt`s only right we shine togetherI`m a rhyme forever, while you the worstI see it now: I`ll be an old cat with a fat verseUnless these streets get me first, want a few milBut y`all can never give me what I`m worth, we got the flavasI`m whipping honey shit, the cherry Blazer, my pen is realYou feel the blood touch the paper, cause now I know itAnd I`m a blow it like I knew it for yearsLike my peers through childhoodWas a wild hood, did anything a broke black child couldEven robbing and stealing, but that`s not foul, that`s the hoodEven money knew it when he cracked a smile and passed the goods Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have `em fiend The dream is to make hits and stack cream The scheme is to get that cash for new trucks Ass at the bar for us to scoop up The beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up[D-Flow]Ayo I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystalFuck what I sift through, insane in your membraneThese cuffs I slip through, when I bust, trust I won`t miss youA killer like Kam, I send your whole fam with youAddicted to Dro, sipping on MoTell you if you didn`t know, G.D. be ripping the globeWhipping the Range Rove, dough will never change FlowIf you lyrical I`ll cripple you, that`s how the game goGet the fuck out of here with your plain hoe and small chipsWe all rich, only players score more than sixGorgeous chicks, quarter licks, blow a pound before we startedIt was more than this, hold it downKeep my head up, for ignorant niggas around meFront on my fam, son, better dose is what you tell meI keep it tight, you weak when you writeAnd get beat, you light playerIt`s the flavor I save for your neighborMy niggas died for this money and I`m a try for thisGotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hitsWe be the Bronx`s finest, honeys got to rewind thisG.D. and D.I. shit, now change the topic[Party Arty]Yo fuck a Bently, I push a Benzi 500Like the Indy, got too many Benjis to be stingySkin complexion of a penny, skip the HennyHit the Remi, spit the semi-automatic at anyone that staticIt`s Party Arty, cardy with premiumTrust me, for us three, I bust threeTriple teaming `em, Show & A.G. and `emWithout a doubt G.D. and `emBout it, bout it like Master P and `emIt`s the machette swinger, I got plans to fuck every singerI already bring the ruck like Jerry SpringerBless it, for refreshment, I`m a seniorFelony charges, y`all niggas is misdomeanorLike when I first shot the milli, or when I first copped the phillyAce Buchanan, a.k.a. Poppa WillyFlows knock you silly, rock above you when it`s chillyShow love when the hoes jock to grill me, fill meThe rasta in me make me wanna kick shit like I was socked sillyI`m not the Willy to fuck withCocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it, it`s yoursGet lost, cause y`all cats don`t want to brawl with the big dogs Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have `em fiend The dream is to make hits and stack cream The scheme is to get that cash for new trucks Ass at the bar for us to scoop up The beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up

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