In the year of a new century and nine months From the sky will come a great king of terror The sky will burn at forty-five degrees Fire approaches
me, if I call on my lyric ability I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery Get wit me, now I spit rap I represent peace and knowledge, but I
I break this slang shit down Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is
Yo, yo, yo .. Chorus: [Diamond D] We love the foundation, time to lock shit Ladies look no more we got this D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit And while you
, on casual Jewels, and shoes Don't act the fool Like your screws loose I ain't to blame See she wasn't tame And I ain't even have to drop game Born to
Duh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shit Sharp on the mic, I bring out that box cutter shit D-I-T man, you know who the fuck we are Back
you know that D.I.T.C. shitted [O.C.] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Now who can recall all of the phenomenon is flawless Like diamonds being dug from a mine, priceless I
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
York to Spain Haters E-N-V-Y me B-I-G Cause I'm V.I.P. til I D-I-E, what? [Female Voice] Thick is how I got my whole click to sound Thick is how we gets
whole click's wild I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin laws I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours So
C.) [O.C.] Yeah, umm This ain't a tribute, you still here, word up You still here, Corleone [Chorus: Woman singing] I know you can hear me cuz I'm still
is leeches You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out shit, but I will
shorts for draws Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on I'm strong on, any song I perform on Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on I
walked through my block didn't make it out Because I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that nigga (I felt sorry for that kid) I didn't fuck that nigga [
your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics I verbally
underworld role model D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow [Chorus] [O.C.] Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces Goin against raw dogs
block and still say "What's up?" Yeah I see through the glass but I lay in the cut You think I'm playing or what? Got a in the cut I pull out, niggas
(feat. Big L, Diamond, O.C.) [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
