D.I.T.C. - All Luv lyrics

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D.I.T.C. - All Luv lyrics

[Fat Joe] Welcome to the world of Joe, flooded with thugs and hoes Real n***as, drug dealers, with villas in the Strolls Lexus and Rolls parked in twenty-car garages Living the largest, with Oriental ma**ages in garbage sh**, I get down for mine Terror Squad run things in any town you can find New York, New York, big city of dreams Where there's nothing but foreign cars, b**hes, and triple beams I fiend for cash, fat pieces of a** Never giving a f**, get your sh** laced up The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and wounds nine Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and Glocks Stay away from Little Puppet cause his a** is hot Shot, in the middle of the street Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin deep [Lord Finesse] While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying dames The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans You know our names, we don't play jokes n***as ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks You stay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling Rap's Beethoven, exploding, my game's golden Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare Roll with some chocolate grimey n***as, but ain't nothing sweet here Keep clear, ah yeah so get stepping Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds No question the cash tipper, the a** whipper Need a chick that can hang, f** you broads that wear gla** slippers Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me? Finesse is among the stars like astrology Greater knowledge, G, sh**'s wild, I flip styles On the mile, let me pa** it off like Chris Childs [Fat Joe] Yo it's all love, thug n***as and all of the above Drug dealers, k**er, n***as at the Player's Club Young ladies, sisters, rump shaking b**hes n***as on the Island rock 150 stitches (Repeat 2x) [Big L] Yo my cash flow don't get low, it just increase And whoever tries to take mine will rest in peace Keep a stone look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook So hold on and prepare to get rolled on My crew robs every f*g that walks through with gold on Cats who act rah rah will catch a jim star scar Punks who fake the funk don't get far, pah Me and my clan parlay sipping Grand Marnier At a party at the bar is where we stand all day In '97 I'm bubbling, no more stuggling If I fall, it's back to selling d** again and busting slugs in men No doubt, you know what I'm about The last slouch that walked through my block didn't make it out Because I stuck that n***a, then I bucked that n***a (I felt sorry for that kid) I didn't f** that n***a [A.G.] We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weed Been ripping sh** since the late 80's, so what you need? Not scared to fall, that's why I rise and stand tall And send y'all back to the wall like I'm Darryl Straw The truth is, don't give a damn if you're ruthless Make it happen, I look at platinum n***as like "Who's this?" Woe the the bloody city, Babylon will Die in its inequities, project overk** See me in the future shining, gold with diamonds A n***a been used to climbing, my whole life That's a trademark, if it ain't rough, it ain't right We bring the heat, all you do is bark, we bite I'm authentic, and once I send it, it's unretrievable Like nuclear missles, cause meant it, now it's time to lace this Resort to the basics n***as get rushed just because, hush and don't say sh**

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