Ditc Way Of Life Lyrics

Way Of Life Lyrics

[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 sh*t 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' sh*t 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