Get Yours

D.I.T.C

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    [Big L]
    Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs
    Flamboyent Entertainment, D.I.T.C. forever
    Word up, it's time to let these punk niggas know
    We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out

    Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high
    I'm out buying the finest things money can buy
    Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke
    Chipping in for 10 dollar bags of smoke
    All on my back because of the fame and the wealth
    You male groupie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself
    Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat
    I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet
    And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street
    I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet
    If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up
    Put your jewels up, whatever, put your honey up
    Put your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your mouth up
    Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed
    Turn your trunks red, far from broke, got enough bread
    Mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butt-head

    [O.C.]
    To the tic tic and you don't quit
    Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
    Being broke is a bitch, y'all
    There's no such thing as quit, y'all
    As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)

    True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talking out their mouth slick
    Mad cause they bitches is all on our dick
    Peeping us out at the bar checking out what kind of champagne
    We sip, jealous of the ice on my wrist
    We pop Don and Crys, no less
    Hard pressed motherfuckers chipping in for White Star Moet
    Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us
    At the end of the night, all the hoes want to sex us
    While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls
    You face the song, "You'll Never Find" Lou Rawls, shit
    I don't fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet
    Be bumming and not surviving the streets
    Get your weight up, right now, we ain't promised later
    Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers
    Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper
    Instead of going out like Pushead & Black, straight up

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    To the tic tic and you don't quit
    Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
    Being broke is a bitch, y'all
    There's no such thing as quit, y'all
    As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)

    [Big L]
    Check it, my shit is so hot, I give the mic a heat rash
    I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat's trash
    I stay bulletproofed up, Benz couped up
    When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff

    [O.C.]
    No doubt we're souped up, African as fuck
    Niggas can't touch what we're holding when it comes to the buck
    I push the double R, ride through the city like a star
    Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard

    [Big L]
    I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up
    But first I'm a smack this bitch up cause she's flash my six up
    I ain't the one to tax or stick up, cats get hit up
    Fronting on me, y'all niggas got nothing on me

    [O.C.]
    Yo let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom
    Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie, handsome
    Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown
    Tango and Cash, live niggas, Mush and Corleone

    To the tic tic and you don't quit
    Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
    Being broke is a bitch, y'all
    There's no such thing as quit, y'all
    As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)

    [Diamond]
    I be up in the cut, up in some guts
    While you home busy stuck in a rut
    And wonder why you keep fucking it up
    I got your whole crew sucking it up
    And pussy cats ain't nothing but butt
    Better go back to cutting it up, putting it up
    Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt
    Measuring off brown niggas while I'm trucking it up
    And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck
    I'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete nigga
    You never fall off, cause I move sweet nigga
    Street nigga, but I can talk to the whitey
    Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty
    Sons call me "almighty" cause I'm nice with mine
    Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes
    Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind
    Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge, uh

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