D.I.T.C., Armageddon - Way of Life lyrics

Diggin In The Crates 9-9
Don Carta bomb harder uh, still diggin ya'll
Yeah, Big L, yeah
Yeah, there's only one way for me to explain
The key to this game is longev
Keep it the same the seeds'll remain
Only if they bringin the pain
Hip-hop won't stop like the heat in my veins
The streets know my name
Don Carta bomb harder
My persona is honored in the
Bronx as my alma matter
I'm smarter than the average Joe
Packin a flow that's stackin the dough
Bring the triz in the bag and let's go
It's Fat Joe, I'mma set it straight
If you do your hist i exist
Through Diggin In The Crates
Bringin in the ace, had to stay up late
Playin the corners but never
Seen a day upstate
Til the day I escape or see
Tone at the pearly gates
I continue to run shit even
After the computer breaks
You know the rates
Fifty-thou for every verse that's foul
As I bring rhymes to life like
The birth of a child

We all self-centered
It's our world you just in it
Check the VIP part of the club
Flooded wit women
Push a plush tinted truck wit thugs in it
You never catch any one of us broke
Wit no dubs drivin the limit
It's our way of life
You in the game better play it right
Buy a house wit only my chains
So playa name your price
Fly nigga, since we was crawlin
You can ask our pops
You ain't really ballin wit that
So nigga pass the rock

Check it, my whole crew holdin
We all got rides wit extra features
It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough
The rest is leeches
You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas
I should pull this pistol out and
Make you touch your sneakers
I'm on some cool out shit
But I will pull this tool out quick
And put some holes in your new outfit
You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range
But, it's a 40, you nerd nigga
You heard Jigga now get your change
You ain't a willy you a small soldier
Give it up son it's all over
And you never sold a, pound of cane
You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain
All yo' shit sound the same
I'mma shine pop-o
Cuz when you got dough your rocks glow
L got a hot flow that rap capo
I'm Uptown's smoothest
My first album left you clowns clueless
Sayin I'm wack, you niggas sound foolish
Niggas hate to see L bubble
They'd rather see L struggle
Cuz what they sell, I'mma sell double
You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist
If you see me in the club drinkin
Mo' that means they don't sell Cris, what!