Текст песни D.I.T.C. f Armaggedon, Big L, Fat Joe - D.I.T.C., слова песни D.I.T.C. f Armaggedon, Big L, Fat Joe

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[Fat Joe]Diggin In The Crates 9-9Don Carta bomb harderUh, still diggin ya`llYeah, Big L, yeahYeah, there`s only one way for me to explainThe key to this game is longev, keep it the sameThe seeds`ll remain, only if they bringin the painHip-hop won`t stop like the heat in my veinsThe streets know my name, Don Carta bomb harderMy persona is honored in the Bronx as my alma matterI`m smarter than the average Joe, packin a flowThat`s stackin the dough, bring the triz in the bag and let`s goIt`s Fat Joe, I`ma set it straightIf you do your hist. I exist through Diggin In The CratesBringin in the ace, had to stay up latePlayin the corners but never seen a day upstateTil the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gatesI continue to run shit even after the computer breaksYou know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that`s foulAs I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a childChorus [Armaggedon]We all self-centered, it`s our world you just in itCheck the VIP part of the club, flooded wit womenPush a plush tinted truck wit thugs in itYou never catch any one of us broke wit no dubs drivin the limitIt`s our way of life, you in the game better play it rightBuy a house wit only my chains, so playa name your priceFly nigga, since we was crawlin, you can ask our popsYou ain`t really ballin wit that, so nigga pass the rock[Big L]Check it, my whole crew holdinWe all got rides wit extra featuresIt`s a bunch of ya`ll, one got dough, the rest is leechesYou probably mad cuz I be sexin divasI should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakersI`m on some cool out shit, but I will pull this tool out quickAnd put some holes in your new outfitYou frontin hard cuz you whip a RangeBut it`s a 4.0, you nerd nigga, you heard Jigga now get your changeYou ain`t a willy you a small soldierGive it up son it`s all overAnd you never sold a, pound of caneYou a clown wit fame, goin down the drainAll yo` shit sound the sameI`ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glowL got a hot flow that rap coppoI`m Uptown`s smoothest, my first album left you clowns cluelessSayin I`m wack, you niggas sound foolishNiggas hate to see L bubble, they`d rather see L struggleCuz what they sell, I`ma sell doubleYou wanna see rocks, then look at L`s wristIf you see me in the club drinkin Mo` that means they don`t sell Cris, what!Chorus

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