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d i t c - get yours lyrics

[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 n-gg-s know
we gonna hit ’em like this, check it out

yo, while y’all standing on the corner b-mmy 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 b-tt-head

[o.c.]
to the tic tic and you don’t quit
let no man stand in between you and your dough and sh-t
being broke is a b-tch, 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 n-gg-s talking out their mouth slick
mad cause they b-tches is all on our d-ck
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 motherf-ckers chipping in for white star moet
chickenheads flock around us, thug n-gg-s protect us
at the end of the night, all the hoes want to s-x us
while y’all stand stagnated with blue b-lls
you face the song, “you’ll never find” lou rawls, sh-t
i don’t f-ck a n-gg- with two good hands and feet
be b-mming 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

to the tic tic and you don’t quit
let no man stand in between you and your dough and sh-t
being broke is a b-tch, 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 sh-t 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 f-ck
n-gg-s 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 d-ck be hard

[big l]
i gotta go see poppy and sn-tch his brick up
but first i’m a smack this b-tch 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s, mush and corleone

[diamond]
i be up in the cut, up in some guts
while you home busy stuck in a rut
and wonder why you keep f-cking it up
i got your whole crew sucking it up
and p-ssy cats ain’t nothing but b-tt
better go back to cutting it up, putting it up
plus i heard your girl was up in the b-tt
measuring off brown n-gg-s 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 n-gg-
you never fall off, cause i move sweet n-gg-
street n-gg-, but i can talk to the whitey
push seven b-ttons 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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