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DITC - Themes Dreams And Schemes |
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 GET DITC - Themes Dreams And Schemes ringtones  [O.C.] Even if the Chosen One's frozen inside ice I still rise like the spirit of Christ it's all right I'm a let you niggas know I'm still nice With this voicebox made of gold larynx priceless What the fuck y'all niggas thought? I done seen niggas sold and bought for what my ancestors fought Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word life!) You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet Splitting niggas wigs like I'm slamming 'em on granite Niggas can't manage whether Jamacian, Hatian Dominican, white, or Spanish Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out If 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 Beretta Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better Let us divide this cheddar, O.C. and us three Tighter than niggas that did time together It's only right we shine together I'm a rhyme forever, while you the worst I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse Unless these streets get me first, want a few mil But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas I'm whipping honey shit, the cherry Blazer, my pen is real You feel the blood touch the paper, cause now I know it And I'm a blow it like I knew it for years Like my peers through childhood Was a wild hood, did anything a broke black child could Even robbing and stealing, but that's not foul, that's the hood Even 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 crystal Fuck what I sift through, insane in your membrane These cuffs I slip through, when I bust, trust I won't miss you A killer like Kam, I send your whole fam with you Addicted to Dro, sipping on Mo Tell you if you didn't know, G.D. be ripping the globe Whipping the Range Rove, dough will never change Flow If you lyrical I'll cripple you, that's how the game go Get the fuck out of here with your plain hoe and small chips We all rich, only players score more than six Gorgeous chicks, quarter licks, blow a pound before we started It was more than this, hold it down Keep my head up, for ignorant niggas around me Front on my fam, son, better dose is what you tell me I keep it tight, you weak when you write And get beat, you light player It's the flavor I save for your neighbor My niggas died for this money and I'm a try for this Gotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hits We be the Bronx's finest, honeys got to rewind this G.D. and D.I. shit, now change the topic [Party Arty] Yo fuck a Bently, I push a Benzi 500 Like the Indy, got too many Benjis to be stingy Skin complexion of a penny, skip the Henny Hit the Remi, spit the semi-automatic at anyone that static It's Party Arty, cardy with premium Trust me, for us three, I bust three Triple teaming 'em, Show & A.G. and 'em Without a doubt G.D. and 'em Bout it, bout it like Master P and 'em It's the machette swinger, I got plans to fuck every singer I already bring the ruck like Jerry Springer Bless it, for refreshment, I'm a senior Felony charges, y'all niggas is misdomeanor Like when I first shot the milli, or when I first copped the philly Ace Buchanan, a.k.a. Poppa Willy Flows knock you silly, rock above you when it's chilly Show love when the hoes jock to grill me, fill me The rasta in me make me wanna kick shit like I was socked silly I'm not the Willy to fuck with Cocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it, it's yours Get 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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