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[Fat Joe]
Diggin In The Crates 9-9 Don Carta bomb harder Uh, still diggin ya`ll Yeah, Big L, yeah Yeah, there`s only one way for me to explain The key to this game is longev, keep it the same The seeds`ll remain, only if they bringin the pain Hip-hop won`t stop like the heat in my veins The streets know my name, Don Carta bomb harder My persona is honored in the Bronx as my alma matter I`m smarter than the average Joe, packin a flow That`s stackin the dough, bring the triz in the bag and let`s go It`s Fat Joe, I`ma set it straight If you do your hist. I exist through Diggin In The Crates Bringin in the ace, had to stay up late Playin the corners but never seen a day upstate Til the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gates I continue to run shit even after the computer breaks You know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that`s foul As I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child Chorus [Armaggedon] We all self-centered, it`s our world you just in it Check the VIP part of the club, flooded wit women Push a plush tinted truck wit thugs in it You never catch any one of us broke wit no dubs drivin the limit It`s our way of life, you in the game better play it right Buy a house wit only my chains, so playa name your price Fly nigga, since we was crawlin, you can ask our pops You ain`t really ballin wit that, so nigga pass the rock [Big L] Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got rides wit extra features It`s a bunch of ya`ll, one got dough, the rest 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 pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range But it`s a 4.0, you nerd nigga, you heard Jigga now get your change You ain`t a willy you a small soldier Give it up son it`s all over And you never sold a, pound of cane You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain All yo` shit sound the same I`ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow that rap coppo I`m Uptown`s smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I`m wack, you niggas sound foolish Niggas hate to see L bubble, they`d rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I`ma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L`s wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo` that means they don`t sell Cris, what! Chorus
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