DITC - Day One

produced by Diamond Rare and Unreleased - 2007 ---Lyrics--- [Diamond D] Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition My composition simply squash the competition Step up and get beat into submission Cause this musician with the street intuition 7-35 fuel-injected transmission My opposition will have to recognize my steez Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama Exclamation point, quotation, comma Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas The skills go back to the days of wonderama So pass the scama, son its time to get this money So we can relax and recline where its sunny [Big L] I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine To rippin shows live on stage for hoes yellin my name To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you More nines and extra clips than you Where I live it ain't a nice town You can't walk around with ice down Some clown probably gettin stuck right now Peace to DITC, Show and AG, Fat JOE Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the <b>...</b>
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