Lyrics Way of Life - D.I.T.C., Big L., Fat Joe

Way of Life

Diggin In The Crates 9 9
Yeah yeah Still Diggin y’all
Yeah yeah yo yo
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 don’t stop like the heat in my vein
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, let’s bring the chips 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
I’m bringin in the ace, had to stay up late
Playin the corners but never seen a day upstate
Until the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gates
I continue to runch it even after the computer breaks
You know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that’s foul
And I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child
«Verbal assualt» «Blow out your tweeters»
«Big L» *cut and scratched*
Check it, my whole crew holdin
We all got cars wit extra features
It’s a bunch of y’all, 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 your 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 solider, give it up son it’s all over
And you never sold a, pound a 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 smoothest, 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 see Cris, what