D.I.T.C. - Thick Lyrics

Writer(s) : MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER E/BARNES, ANDRE/COLEMAN, LAMONT
Artist: D.I.T.C. Lyrics
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Album: Track 1 on D.I.T.C.
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"Worldwide, time to handle our biz."
"Down with the group called Diggin in the Crates"
"Worldwide, time to handle our biz."
"Down with the group called Diggin in the Crates"
"Worldwide, time to handle our biz."
"Down with the group called Diggin in the Crates"

[Chorus]
Thick is how I got my whole click to sound
Thick is how we gets down from town to town
If you didn't know this click can't be touched
If your click ain't thick, you ain't ****ing with us

[A.G.]
We on a world tour with Midnight Marauders and such
I'm at the table, like the Godfather smoking a dutch
Controlling the bucks; I roll with enough
*****s that'll blow in the clutch
Not only holding we bust
The fat raps, so pass that and let me hit it
Got me gassed, black; skins was mad fat
She flipped it, Bronx is equipped with *****s that'll rip ****
Studios get blown from D and D to Mystic
With this **** I'll bomb the nation from a distance
The jewels gotta have patience plus persistence
We rock glass like Rockford
Waiting for bottles to pop in the condo; bottles get rocked
To sum up my career from bottom to top
Now we in the thick of it, and you don't stop

[Chorus]

[Big L]
Check it, I be puffing blunts in the house, sexing stunts on the couch
This year, a lot of frauds might get punched in the mouth
For when your wife see me, she don't know how to act
So don't be mad when I blow out her back, for real
Your whole team a bunch of pooh-puts who made a few bucks
Date a few sluts then y'all start running your lips a little too much
My whole crew wild, thick as new now
We go to clubs, hit the bar, and trip two thou
Other emcees ain't got a chance at all
'Cause Big L Corleone is too advanced for y'all
Chicks can never walk away 'cause they like the sex
Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks
I'm a pimped-out ***** that walks with canes
Talk with slang, ball from New York to Spain
Haters E-N-V-Y me B-I-G
'Cause I'm V.I.P. till I D-I-E, what?

[Chorus x 2]

[O.C.]
I spark light with the pen, drink O.J. with gin
Rock Tims with my laces untied
Cruise in the city on seventeen inches; ride past wenches
Past the projects, thugs chilling on the benches
Profile low as if I had an ill vengeance
Life on Earth is just a death sentence
**** it, alpha omega, arm, lega, lega, arm
With cold steel if you pose a threat to my neighbor
D-I double G I-N, I-N T-H-E Crates; lock **** times ten
Dive in, become part of a cliche; that art of an expert
Your honor from New York to Florida
Chicks rush the corridors; chicks try to star with us
Besides rolling thick my whole crew be marvelous

[Chorus]

"Worldwide, time to handle our biz."
"Down with the group called Diggin in the Crates"
"Worldwide, time to handle our biz."
"Down with the group called Diggin in the Crates"
"Worldwide, time to handle our biz."
"Down with the group called Diggin in the Crates"


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