D.I.T.C.

D.I.T.C. - Dignified Soldiers songtekst

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featuring Big L  Lord Finesse  O.C.  A.G. 



[Big L] 

Check it  when I'm onstage you niggas know who's mic this is 

Sport the presidential rolls for the ice uis 

My name it ring a bid ell  I'm hot as hid ell 

I live swid ell  how could you mention Harlem and forget L? 

Me and you can get it on  and we'll see who gets shitted on 

You tried to do what I did but did it wrong 

I'm not a child of a grown man 

You push a Six but I own land, try that 

You can't ride that, pass the lye, black, let my fry that 

Where I rest fronting fly cats get robbed and shot at 

Knuckle up and then I swell you 

I stay Rolex-ed and never get tested, so what that tell you? 

My who crew puff blunts and fuck stunts 

I won't lie, I got stuck once 

Then I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that back 

Now you figure the rest, I'm a slide back, jack 

You still living cause I get rowdy, coward 

Runing round, fronting hard like you bout it, bout it 

But I doubt it, doubt it 

What I recite be taking hours to write 

So if you might tell your man what type of flowers you like 



[Lord Finesse] 

I be that underworld Don, certified bomb 

Paramsean and night swan 

By all means my theme is grossing cream like Joe 

I don't wanna be a player, I just coach the team 

Reign supreme, straight and still great 

Can you relate? I'm after ill papes like Bill Gates 

Don't flip drugs, peace to slick thugs to get slugs 

Make chicks bug and take it all off like stip clubs 

Too slick, on some ultra-cool shit 

On some "You gon' need me before I need you" shit 

I got chicks hooked, have your cash shook 

I got the shit that make... 

Nigga I've been right, you're skating on thin ice 

I hem mics, this cat's nice like Glenn Rice 

Game's tight, so just get the name right 

Cause I'll be damned if half the cats can rock the same mic 



[O.C.] 

Yeah, dignafied soldiers, we roll like boulders 

Some of us are wild or just wild money folders 

Don't test the click, we'll see who's the boldest 

Who's strong or weaker, who's heart be the coldest 



[A.G.] 

Now while y'all bite like termites, we'll shine like torchlights 

Burn mics, true fears are better off mics 

Get raw like G.P. on mics of all types 

Four mics ain't enough, this royal flush is clutch 

Realer than most, stay concealing the toast 

But reveal the flames like the last days, there's mad ways 

To make the paper, but these chickens taste the vapor 

I lace the flaper, wanna be major, that's my nature 

But of course kick the dopest shit, load the clip 

Let my mind spray, foes submit, it's over with 

Hold my click like the cheebas, drop bombs like bad receivers 

You wanna see us? Then beep us, cause we off the hook 

I smoke the cheebas and remain here cause they need us 

Sell outs, they want to be us, but it ain't here 

I blow spots and hold glocks for those cops 

That try to roadblock my way to the top, I throw shots 

If you're not, I'm bird hunting in the Suburb fronting 

And I been peep you in the rearview, ain't nothing 

That's what you say, but I say, "It's probably something" 

And to fronting, but on another note, y'all MC's better take it 

Or I'll forget it, cause where we hid it 

We gonna rape it and let you know that D.I.T.C. did it 



[O.C.] 

Now who recall falling off, the Phenomena is flawless 

Like diamonds being dug from a mine, priceless 

I am too much for the average man, nigga, who can? 

You fucking with Diggin' is like walking on quicksand 

Shit, my crew will run a blitz on your team 

Fantasizing ain't our thing cause we far from a dream 

We live and learn concern for one another like brothers 

Am I my brother's keeper? No doubt I'm a believer 

In come up, which niggas want to bring the drama? 

Fuck with O.C. and get smoked like scarma or 

Ganja, let me remind y'all once 

If I gotta say it twice we gonna find y'all 

The way we roll we have teeth chattering, now who's coldest? 

Diggin' in the Crates crew Dignafied Soldiers 



Dignafied soldiers, we roll like boulders 

Some of us are wild or just wild money folders 

Don't test the click, we'll see who's the boldest 

Who's strong or weaker, who's heart be the coldest (Repeat 2x
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