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D.I.T.C.: Internationally Known

D.I.T.C.: Internationally Known

(feat. Big L, Fat Joe, O.C.)

[O.C.]

Majestic, double-breasted, shine like diamonds, illustrious

Rainbow glow, charismatic, my crews the fattest fans

Strung off the rhyme time like a cocaine addict

Who the fucks says otherwise? My skills incognito

Test me son, I turn evil

Old school, Wallaby type, Sugar Hill grill

Laid back, relax, like I hold a mil

Paradise seeking, lumps of cheddar, I consider

While the bass go BOMP BOMP to live better

I dream of pushing vehicles, three or so

At times I dress b-boy, at times b-bo

Duh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shit

Sharp on the mic, I bring out that box cutter shit

D-I-T man, you know who the fuck we are

Back cats conbine with niggas thats D.R.

O.C. hold it down like Im drowning a man

Home run hitting chicks grand slamming em man

Yes, were internationally known

To drop a hot poem on the microphone

Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous

Running through your town kid, tearing down stages

[Fat Joe]

Dont get it fucked up or twisted, Joey the Cokes about to rip shit

And end your existance in an instant

For instance, I got button men to rack in instants

Inflict pain, step back, Paulie the dentist

The root canal, governments trying to shoot me down

For calling Uncle Sams bluff in the Boogie Down

Tax free, a visit gijante, is who backs me

A made man who plays better with Pataki

You ask me, "D.I.T.C., what does that mean?"

Diplomatic Immunity when we Taking Cream (Roof!)

Enterprise, take a look into these Spanish eyes

Cabrini Green the color of a man that vanished dies

The man disguised in American rides

Well Armageaddons bumping coke and drinking Ides

I slide, beep the horn on the 525

Ass we passing em by we toss the peace sign in the sky

Yes, were internationally known

To drop a hot poem on the microphone

Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous

Running through your town kid, tearing down stages

[Big L]

Ayo I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough

Gotta put it in my stash and lay low

Honeys used to walk right past years ago

Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldnt blow

For real son, its a new rebel in town

Playa for life, picture L settling down

Whenever Im around, on your girls face is a smile

Never copping out, Im taking all my cases to trial

You knoe my teams the best, youve never seen me stressed

I be extremely fresh in the green GS

Crusing dumb slow fronting with the gun in my lap

So keep running your trap and Ill put one in your cap

I got the street game and weak fame, I wont buy it

Niggas be thinking about sticking me, but dont try it

I know you work, boo, but take a week off

So we can sneak off to a hotel and freak off

Fellas be jealous because I be going places

I got some open cases but Im a beat them because Im holding papers

Im at the dice game headcracking while you rolling aces

I keep a stack of them new 100s with the swollen faces

Yes, were internationally known

To drop a hot poem on the microphone

Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous

Running through your town kid, tearing down stages [x2]