D.I.T.C. - Way of Life [Marco Polo Instrumental Remix] lyrics

Diggin In The Crates 9 9 Yeah yeah Still Diggin y'all Yeah yeah yo yo 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 don't stop like the heat in my vein 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, let's bring the chips in the bag and let's go It's Fat Joe, I'ma set it straight If you do your hist I exist through Diggin In The Crates I'm bringin in the ace, had to stay up late Playin the corners but never seen a day upstate Until the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gates I continue to runch it even after the computer breaks You know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that's foul And I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child "Verbal a**ualt" "Blow out your tweeters" Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got cars wit extra features It's a bunch of y'all, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad 'cause I be s**in divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out sh**, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin hard 'cause your whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd n***a, you heard Jigga now get your change You ain't a willy you a small solider, give it up son it's all over And you never sold a, pound a cane You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain All yo' sh** sound the same I'ma shine pop-o, 'cause when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow that rap coppo I'm Uptown smoothest, first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I'm wack, you n***as sound foolish n***as hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle 'Cause what they sell, I'ma sell double You want to see rocks, then look at L's wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't see Cris, what