• Tag Archives Peter Luger
  • D.I.T.C. – Rock Shyt letras

    Yo, yo, yo ..

    Chorus: [Diamond D]
    We love the foundation, time to lock shit
    Ladies look no more we got this
    D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit
    And while you busy poppin’ shit we’re poppin’ Cris
    Ain’t no stoppin’ this like, ?
    See it’s all laced out wearing rocks and shit
    On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit
    Hating when we come through ya metropolis

    [Dimaond D]
    I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
    Expensive whips, first-class trips
    Seven days cruises, honey don’t trip
    Excel class if ya heard room fit
    Platinum cars, givin’ no credit to me
    Tiffany labs, ?
    H-class minerals with no floors in it
    Be one two, with the windows all tinnit
    And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil’ send it
    Everything is paid for, mami not rent it
    Two albums deep, it’s all documented
    Y’all little monkeys gon’ see in a minute
    Look, G-O-L-D in a minute
    ‘Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !
    It’s Di-a-mond D on ya set
    Throwin’ all G’s and charge a jet

    [ O.C. ]
    I’m doin’ time in the rap game
    Sorta like a beered up North all one and the same
    My slang keep comin’ steady num in ya brain
    Like substers abusin’ lies for cocaine
    I get ya open, my stuff be pokin’
    Two pulls a past for three niggas smoking
    It’s no joking when it comes to this
    On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris’
    With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet
    Trade rhymes in for cash, money I stash
    For the future, treat more wis’ than Peter Luger
    For lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva?
    Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucks
    For this I got love, not lust
    If I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna fuck!

    [ Hook ]

    [A.G.]
    My flow, be sicker than yours
    Hoes, bounce gimme some mo’
    Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough
    Wanna track from me? Then gimme some dough
    I sport those type of flows that excite the hoes
    That’s my ice that roll and light the dro’
    Love is love, y’all niggas gettin’ sheisht with yours
    Diamond beats hittin’ harder than Tyson blows
    I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow
    Claim you don’t like the flow, when you want to bite the flow
    Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin’ Bugsy
    Get Dirty like rugby, it could get ugly
    I rock mines and cop top of the line cars
    Then charge you twentie-thou’, only drop nine bars
    Slight the tight men, cop about nine jars
    To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars

    [Lord Finesse]
    Niggas is finito, when my and my peeps blow
    Name it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo’ sho
    We straight, better see yaselfves
    We seein’ more chips than the ?
    On a club night we hillin’, watching the thugs fight
    Iced out, nigga shining like flug-lights
    Rolling with grimy niggas, dirty like mud-fights
    Throwing it up, while you sipping on Bud-Light
    Steady balling, why you stop the thing
    Blind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drink
    On some slick shit, dress-up dip shit
    Floors with rocks and stones you don’t mind getting hit with
    Don’t sleep, me and my crew’s deep
    Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet
    Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst
    Fuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first

    [ Hook ]