| Yo, yo, yo .. | |
| Chorus: [Diamond D] | |
| We love the foundation, time to lock *******t | |
| Ladies look no more we got this | |
| D.I.T.C. spits the hot *******t | |
| And while you busy poppin' *******t we're poppin' Cris | |
| Ain't no stoppin' this like, ? | |
| See it's all laced out wearing rocks and *******t | |
| On the set *****s start to ****glocking *******t | |
| Hating when we come through ya metropolis | |
| [Dimaond D] | |
| I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes | |
| Expensive whips, first-class trips | |
| Seven days cruises, honey don't trip | |
| Excel class if ya heard room fit | |
| Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me | |
| Tiffany labs, ? | |
| H-class minerals with no floors in it | |
| Be one two, with the windows all tinnit | |
| And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil' send it | |
| Everything is paid for, mami not rent it | |
| Two albums deep, it's all documented | |
| Y'all little monkeys gon' see in a minute | |
| Look, G-O-L-D in a minute | |
| 'Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata ! | |
| It's Di-a-mond D on ya set | |
| Throwin' all G's and charge a jet | |
| [O.C.] | |
| I'm doin' time in the rap game | |
| Sorta like a beered up North all one and the same | |
| My slang keep comin' steady num in ya brain | |
| Like substers abusin' lies for ******* | |
| I get ya open, my stuff be pokin' | |
| Two pulls a past for three *****z smoking | |
| It's no joking when it comes to this | |
| On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris' | |
| With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet | |
| Trade rhymes in for cash, money I stash | |
| For the future, treat more wis' than Peter Luger | |
| For lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva? | |
| Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucks | |
| For this I got love, not lust | |
| If I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna *****! | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [A.G.] | |
| My flow, be sicker than yours | |
| Hoes, bounce gimme some mo' | |
| Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough | |
| Wanna track from me? Then gimme some dough | |
| I sport those type of flows that excite the hoes | |
| That's my ice that roll and light the dro' | |
| Love is love, y'all *****s gettin' sheisht with yours | |
| Diamond beats hittin' harder than Tyson blows | |
| I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow | |
| Claim you don't like the flow, when you want to bite the flow | |
| Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin' Bugsy | |
| Get Dirty like ?, it could get ugly | |
| I rock mines and cop top of the line cars | |
| Then charge you twentie-thou', only drop nine bars | |
| Slight the tight men, cop about nine jars | |
| To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars | |
| [Lord Finesse] | |
| *****s is finito, when my and my peeps blow | |
| Name it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo' sho | |
| We straight, better see yaselfves | |
| We seein' more chips than the ? | |
| On a club night we hillin', watching the thugs fight | |
| Iced out, ***** *******ning like flug-lights | |
| Rolling with grimy *****s, dirty like mud-fights | |
| Throwing it up, while you sipping on Bud-Light | |
| Steady balling, why you stop the thing | |
| Blind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drink | |
| On some slick *******t, dress-up dip *******t | |
| Floors with rocks and stones you don't mind getting hit with | |
| Don't sleep, me and my crew's deep | |
| Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet | |
| Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst | |
| ***** freestylin; nowadays you pay first | |
| [CHORUS] |
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