D.I.T.C. - Yours lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh, Big L
Uh, Corleone aka tommy Gibbs (hah)
Flamboyant Entertainment dITC, forever
Word up i’m tired of these punk niggas O
We gonna hit ‘em like this, check it out

Yo, while y'all standin’ on the corner
Bummy and high i'm out buyin’ the finest
Things money can buy
Cats frontin’ like they holdin’ but
Them crabs is broke
Chippin’ in for ten dollar bags o’ smoke
All on my back
Because o’ the fame and the wealth
You male groupie
You oughta be ashamed o’ yaself
Plus I'm runnin’ with thugs who
Bust slugs at the heat
I be the MC who mad chicks be lovin’ to meet
And I'm not just a rapper
I got drugs on the street
I swear you never catch Corleone
With Lugz on his feet
If you think I'm not as nice as whoever
Then put your money up
Put your jewels up, whatever
Put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up, punk
Or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead, make a lotta bloodshed
Turn your tux red, far from broke
Got enough bread
Mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin’ but head

Go all out, fuck it, get yours!
Stick and move wit' it, get yours! Get dough!
You only live once, Sky's the limit
I hope your ears are at attention y'all!
(Alright, alright, okay, okay)
All out, fuck it, get yours!
Stick and move wit' it, get yours! Get dough!
You only live once, Sky's the limit
I hope your ears are at attention y'all!
(Alright, alright, okay, okay)

True indeed L, i hear these niggas talkin’
Out their mouth slick
Mad ‘cause they bitches all on our dick
Peepin’ us out at the bar
Checkin’ out what kind of champagne we sip
Jealous o’ the ice on my wrist
We pop Don and Cris’, no less
Hard pressed motherfuckers chippin’ in
For White Star Moet
Chicken heads flock around us
Thug niggas protect us
At the end o’ the night
All the hoes want to sex us
While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls
You face the song, "You'll Never
Find" like Lou Rawls, shit
How the fuck a nigga with
Two good hands and feet
Be a bum and not survive in the streets?
Get your weight up, right now
We ain't promised later
Do what you gotta do to
Get them big headed papers
Even if it mean you and
Your team pullin’ a caper
Instead of going out like Pushead & Black
Straight up

It's time to go all out, fuck it, get yours!
Stick and move wit' it, get yours! Get dough!
You only live once, Sky's the limit
I hope your ears are at attention y'all!
(Alright, alright, okay, okay)
All out, fuck it, get yours!
Stick and move wit' it, get yours! Get dough!
You only live once, Sky's the limit
I hope your ears are at attention y'all!
(Alright, alright, okay, okay)

Check it, my shit’s so hot
I give the mic a heat rash i keep cash
You couldn't pay me to rhyme
If the beat trash
I stay bulletproofed up, Benz Coup-ed up
When it's cold
I rock the mink or I’m Triple Goose-d up

No doubt we're souped up, arrogant as fuck
Niggas can't touch what we holdin’ when
It comes to the buck i push the double R
Ride through the city like a star
Dough bulgin’ out my pockets like
My dick be hard

I gotta go see Poppi and snatch this brick up
But first I'm a smack this bitch up
‘cause she scratched my six up
I ain't the one to tax or stick up
Cats get hit up frontin’ on me
Y'all niggas got nothin’ on me

Yo, let's double the cream and stick
Poppi and hold ‘em for ransom
Keep the bricks, sell 'em all
Triple the pie and some
Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown
Tango and Cash, live niggas
Mush and Corleone

Go all out, fuck it, get yours!
Stick and move wit' it, get yours! Get dough!
You only live once, Sky's the limit
I hope your ears are at attention y'all!
(Alright, alright, okay, okay)
All out, fuck it, get yours!
Stick and move wit' it, get yours! Get dough!
You only live once, Sky's the limit
I hope your ears are at attention y'all!
(Alright, alright, okay, okay)