[Fat Joe]
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`ma 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
Chorus [Armaggedon]
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
[Big L]
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 4.0, 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`ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow
L got a hot flow that rap coppo
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`ma 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!
Chorus
