Way Of Life Songtext - D.I.T.C.

[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


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!


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