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featuring A.G.  O.C.  Ghetto Dwellas 

[O.C.] 
Even if the Chosen One's frozen  inside ice 
I still rise like the spirit of Christ  it's all right 
I'm a let you niggas know I'm still nice 
With this voicebox made of gold  larynx priceless 
What the fuck y'all 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 I'm slamming 'em on granite 
Niggas can't manage whether Jamacian, Hatian 
Dominican, white, or Spanish 
Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out 
If it's coming from the top, make sense of what you're 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 
It's only right we shine together 
I'm a rhyme forever, while you the worst 
I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse 
Unless these streets get me first, want a few mil 
But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas 
I'm whipping honey shit, the cherry Blazer, my pen is real 
You feel the blood touch the paper, cause now I know it 
And I'm 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 that's not foul, that's 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 won't miss you 
A killer like Kam, I send your whole fam with you 
Addicted to Dro, sipping on Mo 
Tell you if you didn't know, G.D. be ripping the globe 
Whipping the Range Rove, dough will never change Flow 
If you lyrical I'll cripple you, that's 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 
It's the flavor I save for your neighbor 
My niggas died for this money and I'm a try for this 
Gotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hits 
We be the Bronx's 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 
It's 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 
It's the machette swinger, I got plans to fuck every singer 
I already bring the ruck like Jerry Springer 
Bless it, for refreshment, I'm a senior 
Felony charges, y'all 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 it's 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 
I'm not the Willy to fuck with 
Cocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it, it's yours 
Get lost, cause y'all cats don't 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

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