Текст (слова) песни: D.I.T.C. f Big L, Fat Joe - D.I.T.C.

[Big L]
I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch
Knots in my socks, cops think I`m selling rocks
Pulling me over too see if I`m drunk
but I`m sober they wouldn`t fuck with me if I drove a Nova
Listen Columbo you`re mad because your money come slow
And what you make in a year I make in one show
Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride
You`re just mad cause I`m a young cat, pockets dumb fat
Talkin bout where the gun at, I been there and done that
I`m through with that illegal life, I`m stayin legit
I love to see cars come cruisin bye and playin my shit
I walk around with six thou` without a pist-al, my 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 get that flashlight out of my face
To bring me down them Jakes`ll do whatever it takes
Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped
Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that

Chorus: Big L

Why do I end up in so much shit
I done came way too far to be callin it quits
Jake wanna lock me up even though I`m legit
They can`t stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

[Fat Joe]
Aiyyo enough`s enough, federals try to set me up
Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust
Plus, they want a nigga sewed, but they know
Big Joey Crack ain`t never rat a cat that he know
Fo` sho`, death before dishonor; I left the streets alone
since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama
So I`ma keep doin what I`m doin
Pursuin my dream til there enough cream to start my own union
And show these kids how legit it is
Shit is real I used to steal but now I own several businesses
So where`s your witness that you claim to have, sayin that I`m takin half
Extortin New York and not payin tax
I`m layin back, playin the role, playin the low
But it`s the same ol Joe so don`t get K.O.d
Hey yo I`m gonna fry for what I never did
or catch a heavy bid, why don`t they just let a nigga live?

Chorus 2X

"What would you do..
if the vicious enemy suddenly started comin at you..
armed to the teeth, and ready to kill you?"

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