Get Yours

D.I.T.C.

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album: Track 2 in album D.I.T.C.
release date: 2000-2-21
popularity : 32 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
length: 4:10

Album Information

label: Tommy Boy Music
country(area): United Kingdom
format: CD
barcode: 5029831140933
script: Latin

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D.I.T.C. D.I.T.C. cover art

Lyrics

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f/ Big L, Diamond, O.C.
[Big L]
Flamboyent Entertainment, D.I.T.C. forever
We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out
Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high
Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke
All on my back because of the fame and the wealth
Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat
And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street
If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up
Put your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your mouth up
Turn your trunks red, far from broke, got enough bread

To the tic tic and you don't quit
Being broke is a bitch, y'all
As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x)
True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talking out their mouth slick
Peeping us out at the bar checking out what kind of champagne
We pop Don and Crys, no less
Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us
While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls
I don't fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet
Get your weight up, right now, we ain't promised later
Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
There's no such thing as quit, y'all

Check it, my shit is so hot, I give the mic a heat rash
I stay bulletproofed up, Benz couped up

No doubt we're souped up, African as fuck
I push the double R, ride through the city like a star

I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up
I ain't the one to tax or stick up, cats get hit up

Yo let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom
Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
There's no such thing as quit, y'all

I be up in the cut, up in some guts
And wonder why you keep fucking it up
And pussy cats ain't nothing but butt
Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt
And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck
You never fall off, cause I move sweet nigga
Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty
Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes
Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge, uh

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Thick
  • 2 Get Yours
  • 3 Champagne Thoughts
  • 4 Way of Life
  • 5 Day One
  • 6 Hey Luv
  • 7 Foundation
  • 8 Ebonics (Premo mix)
  • 9 Drop It Heavy
  • 10 Da Enemy
  • 11 Stand Strong
  • 12 Weekend Nights
  • 13 Thick (Rockwilder mix)
  • 14 Tribute
  • 15 Time to Get the Money