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D.I.T.C. - "Themes, Dreams, And Schemes"
Lyrics to Themes, Dreams, And Schemes : (feat. A.G., O.C., Ghetto Dwellas) [O.C.] Even if the Chosen Ones frozen, inside ice I still rise like the spirit of Christ, its all right Im a let you niggas know Im still nice With this voicebox made of gold, larynx priceless What the fuck yall niggas thought' I done seen niggas sold and bought for what my ancestors fought Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word life!) You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet Splitting niggas wigs like Im slamming em on granite Niggas cant manage whether Jamacian, Hatian Dominican, white, or Spanish Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out If its coming from the top, make sense of what youre talking about [A.G.] The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine Beretta Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better Let us divide this cheddar, O.C. and us three Tighter than niggas that did time together Its only right we shine together Im a rhyme forever, while you the worst I see it now: Ill be an old cat with a fat verse Unless these streets get me first, want a few mil But yall can never give me what Im worth, we got the flavas Im whipping honey shit, the cherry Blazer, my pen is real You feel the blood touch the paper, cause now I know it And Im a blow it like I knew it for years Like my peers through childhood Was a wild hood, did anything a broke black child could Even robbing and stealing, but thats not foul, thats the hood Even money knew it when he cracked a smile and passed the goods Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have em fiend The dream is to make hits and stack cream The scheme is to get that cash for new trucks Ass at the bar for us to scoop up The beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What'" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up [D-Flow] Ayo I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystal Fuck what I sift through, insane in your membrane These cuffs I slip through, when I bust, trust I wont miss you A killer like Kam, I send your whole fam with you Addicted to Dro, sipping on Mo Tell you if you didnt know, G.D. be ripping the globe Whipping the Range Rove, dough will never change Flow If you lyrical Ill cripple you, thats how the game go Get the fuck out of here with your plain hoe and small chips We all rich, only players score more than six Gorgeous chicks, quarter licks, blow a pound before we started It was more than this, hold it down Keep my head up, for ignorant niggas around me Front on my fam, son, better dose is what you tell me I keep it tight, you weak when you write And get beat, you light player Its the flavor I save for your neighbor My niggas died for this money and Im a try for this Gotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hits We be the Bronxs finest, honeys got to rewind this G.D. and D.I. shit, now change the topic [Party Arty] Yo fuck a Bently, I push a Benzi 500 Like the Indy, got too many Benjis to be stingy Skin complexion of a penny, skip the Henny Hit the Remi, spit the semi-automatic at anyone that static Its Party Arty, cardy with premium Trust me, for us three, I bust three Triple teaming em, Show & A.G. and em Without a doubt G.D. and em Bout it, bout it like Master P and em Its the machette swinger, I got plans to fuck every singer I already bring the ruck like Jerry Springer Bless it, for refreshment, Im a senior Felony charges, yall niggas is misdomeanor Like when I first shot the milli, or when I first copped the philly Ace Buchanan, a.k.a. Poppa Willy Flows knock you silly, rock above you when its chilly Show love when the hoes jock to grill me, fill me The rasta in me make me wanna kick shit like I was socked silly Im not the Willy to fuck with Cocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it, its yours Get lost, cause yall cats dont want to brawl with the big dogs Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have em fiend The dream is to make hits and stack cream The scheme is to get that cash for new trucks Ass at the bar for us to scoop up The beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What'" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up [ Themes, Dreams, And Schemes Lyrics ]
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