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There he is, the king of breadsticks! Lo hacemos gordo como Biggie Somos zafiros enterrados en lodo Lo hacemos gordo como Biggie DITC, manos sucias
Yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, D.I.T.C., '97 So what you sayin'? Now, it's the mad magician with the ill deposition No
Yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, D.I.T.C., '97 So what you sayin'? Now, it's the mad magician with the ill deposition No
Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty Like the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers" Get rude like
the mic mechanism CHORUS [D.I.T.C.] Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic
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Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty Like the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers" Get rude like
PRENDERTI HO IL TUO ScNGUE FRc LE DITc Sei il migliore in campo, pieno di attenzioni Sei, il centro dell'universo e gira tutto intorno a te Sai, ci tieni
the times, yeah Watch your motherfuckin back Blow out the back of your domepiece D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..
the whole reason that I started doing this Young Sinatra shit I remember I loved Lord Finesse, all the shit he did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates Hip
a box and call it the sweet science Before you start, we have won That's cause the cloth I'm cut from D.i.t.c., AOTP Army of the Pharaohs, known for
your motherfuckin back Blow out the back of your domepiece D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..
this Young Sinatra shit i Remember I loved Lord Finesse All the shit he did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates "Hip to the Game" One of like one
lick shots fot the Diamond D I lick shots for the Everlastin And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c Yo I'm more respected My neck's protected So dont get
the times, yeah Watch your motherfuckin back Blow out the back of your domepiece D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..
Showbiz & A.G., the whole D.I.T.C. My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back whether it's with the macs or on a Primo track Aiyyo Guru, you know I
Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out
duplicated) This that loud, nigga, roll up (D.I.T.C. nigga) Hold up, hold up I was at the Castle, Dapper Dan on Finesse on stage, I'm like put your fans
Yeah Statik Selektah That's the― that's the shit Let me hear my voice [?] real loud on the thing Yo D.I.T.C. in this bitch Coca Talk about
by electin' EricB for president Zulu Nation for protection Tribe Called Quest, KRS One secret Hip Hop Intelligence Diamon D and the whole DITC
D-I-T-C, that's diggin in them cakes And my potna Lord Such we always get crazy dates I hit it right cause what goes around comes around I always look out
hold up, I'm not done yet I get hard like the perm pimps wear on Sunset So recognize when you feel it DITC, you can't steal it, aight [Chorus]
the times, yeah Watch your motherfuckin back Blow out the back of your domepiece D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..
Yeah, yeah Once again as we join Sadat X On the great hunt for dough Along with my man Show be -i-z Representin D.I.T.C. Wild Cowboys make a lotta
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