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D.I.T.C. - Get Yours

Download/Stream: https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/DITCWE ************************************ Tommy Boy Records is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Queen Latifah, House of Pain, Coolio and Naughty By Nature. ************************************ Follow Tommy Boy Records: https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/instagram https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Twitter https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/TikTok https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Facebook https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Spotify https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Soundc... Subscribe to the mailing list: https://tommyboy-records.com/ ************************************ #TommyBoyRecords #HipHop #DITC Lyrics: Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs Flamboyant 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 frontin' like they holdin', but them crabs is broke Chippin' 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 lovin' to meet And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street I swear you'll 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 but head 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 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 chippin' 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 bummin' 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 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 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 (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) I gotta go see papi and snatch his brick up But first, I'ma smack this bitch up ‘Cause she scratched 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 (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 I be up in the cut, up in some guts While you home busy stuck in a rut And wonder why you keep fuckin' it up I got your whole crew suckin' it up And pussy cats ain't nothin' but butt Better go back to cuttin' it up, puttin' it up Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt Measuring off brown niggas while I'm truckin' it up And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothin' 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 organize 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 #TommyBoyRecords #DITC #HipHop #HipHop50