Dignafied Soldiers – D.I.T.C – letras

[Big L]Check it when I’m onstage you niggas know who’s mic this isSport the presidential rolls for the ice uisMy name it ring a bid ell I’m hot as hid ellI live swid ell how could you mention Harlem and forget L?Me and you can get it on and we’ll see who gets shitted onYou tried to do what I did but did it wrongI’m not a child of a grown manYou push a Six but I own land, try thatYou can’t ride that, pass the lye, black, let my fry thatWhere I rest fronting fly cats get robbed and shot atKnuckle up and then I swell youI stay Rolex-ed and never get tested, so what that tell you?My who crew puff blunts and fuck stuntsI won’t lie, I got stuck onceThen I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that backNow you figure the rest, I’m a slide back, jackYou still living cause I get rowdy, cowardRuning round, fronting hard like you bout it, bout itBut I doubt it, doubt itWhat I recite be taking hours to writeSo if you might tell your man what type of flowers you like[Lord Finesse]I be that underworld Don, certified bombParamsean and night swanBy all means my theme is grossing cream like JoeI don’t wanna be a player, I just coach the teamReign supreme, straight and still greatCan you relate? I’m after ill papes like Bill GatesDon’t flip drugs, peace to slick thugs to get slugsMake chicks bug and take it all off like stip clubsToo slick, on some ultra-cool shitOn some « You gon’ need me before I need you » shitI got chicks hooked, have your cash shookI got the shit that make…Nigga I’ve been right, you’re skating on thin iceI hem mics, this cat’s nice like Glenn RiceGame’s tight, so just get the name rightCause I’ll be damned if half the cats can rock the same mic[O.C.]Yeah, dignafied soldiers, we roll like bouldersSome of us are wild or just wild money foldersDon’t test the click, we’ll see who’s the boldestWho’s strong or weaker, who’s heart be the coldest[A.G.]Now while y’all bite like termites, we’ll shine like torchlightsBurn mics, true fears are better off micsGet raw like G.P. on mics of all typesFour mics ain’t enough, this royal flush is clutchRealer than most, stay concealing the toastBut reveal the flames like the last days, there’s mad waysTo make the paper, but these chickens taste the vaporI lace the flaper, wanna be major, that’s my natureBut of course kick the dopest shit, load the clipLet my mind spray, foes submit, it’s over withHold my click like the cheebas, drop bombs like bad receiversYou wanna see us? Then beep us, cause we off the hookI smoke the cheebas and remain here cause they need usSell outs, they want to be us, but it ain’t hereI blow spots and hold glocks for those copsThat try to roadblock my way to the top, I throw shotsIf you’re not, I’m bird hunting in the Suburb frontingAnd I been peep you in the rearview, ain’t nothingThat’s what you say, but I say, « It’s probably something »And to fronting, but on another note, y’all MC’s better take itOr I’ll forget it, cause where we hid itWe gonna rape it and let you know that D.I.T.C. did it[O.C.]Now who recall falling off, the Phenomena is flawlessLike diamonds being dug from a mine, pricelessI am too much for the average man, nigga, who can?You fucking with Diggin’ is like walking on quicksandShit, my crew will run a blitz on your teamFantasizing ain’t our thing cause we far from a dreamWe live and learn concern for one another like brothersAm I my brother’s keeper? No doubt I’m a believerIn come up, which niggas want to bring the drama?Fuck with O.C. and get smoked like scarma orGanja, let me remind y’all onceIf I gotta say it twice we gonna find y’allThe way we roll we have teeth chattering, now who’s coldest?Diggin’ in the Crates crew Dignafied SoldiersDignafied soldiers, we roll like bouldersSome of us are wild or just wild money foldersDon’t test the click, we’ll see who’s the boldestWho’s strong or weaker, who’s heart be the coldest (Repeat 2x)