Way Of Life – D.I.T.C – letras

[Fat Joe]Diggin In The Crates 9 9Yeah yeah Still Diggin y’allYeah yeah yo yoThere’s only one way for me to explain the key to this gameIs longev keep it the sameThe seeds’ll remain only if they bringin the painHip hop don’t stop like the heat in my veinThe 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, let’s bring the chips 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 CratesI’m bringin in the ace, had to stay up latePlayin the corners but never seen a day upstateUntil the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gatesI continue to runch it even after the computer breaksYou know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that’s foulAnd I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child »Verbal assualt » « Blow out your tweeters »[Fat Joe] »Big L »[DJ Premier] *cut and scratched*[Big L]Check it, my whole crew holdinWe all got cars wit extra featuresIt’s a bunch of y’all, 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 your 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 solider, give it up son it’s all overAnd you never sold a, pound a 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 smoothest, 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 see Cris, what