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D.I.T.C. - Foundation

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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 busy poppin` shit we`re poppin` Cris
Ain`t no stoppin` this like, ?
See it`s all laced out wearing rocks and shit
On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit
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 cocaine
I get ya open, my stuff be pokin`
Two pulls a past for three niggaz 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 fuck!

[ 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 niggas 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]
Niggas 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, nigga shining like flug-lights
Rolling with grimy niggas, 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 shit, dress-up dip shit
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
Fuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first

[ CHORUS ]

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