[Intro: Big L]
I want y'all to say, say O.C. (O.C.)
Yeah, now this side and that side together, man, we ' gon do it together
We 'gon say, say D.I.T.C (D.I.T.C.)
Y'all ready.. (Hold up)
Reach you out for a verse
Aight
D.I.T.C
[Verse 1: A.G.]
We drop like drawers, flow like Porsche
Rock like Doors, call shots like boss
Control ya with my mind and not being force
My words, touch your soul, not like yours
Twenty years no pit stop
The real definition of love and hip-hop
So don't confuse us with that stupid shit
You're a duplicate, so fuck you, no lubricant
I'm too legit, the hammer make 'em dance
But the grammar just leave 'em in a trancе
Nigga, my arm strong, I'm so dope ask Lance
But I don't use a bikе when I'm touring through France
Couldn't see us If you wanted to
Do it for the kids, you probably throw the kids right in front of you
R.I.P. to Chris Rios while we Punish you
[Break]
D.I.T.C
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Yeah, for added measure we supplied another sixteen
Go along the length of the song, set up by A dash
For another response
For them Diggin' enthusiasts, supporting my team from day one
It's a gift that I embellish, I fixed in my melon
OC's the name, it's easy to pronounce it and spell it
Stickin' to my grassroots, never lost touch
It on ass who lost the step with this, I'm a natural
[?] apart, a-alikes reflect when it comes to skill
So basically still sharp as steel
Seven holes in my face, so y'all know the drill
Feed 'em enough to understand without overkill
Trailblaze 'em, enlighten 'em, verbal [?] the sparks
Of cigar blowing on the Garcia y Vega
Never faded, we still sharp as blade
This is (D.I.T.C.)
[Verse 3: A. Bless]
They screamin', "Bless, where you been"
I've been away for a while but I'm the best yet again
Toe taggin', coat draggin', your flow raggin'
No braggin', dope bombs, no madden
Duck quickly, you bad bitches fuck with me
Show 'em the mollies and they come quickly
My gun with me, my dirty niggas run with me
I go to the club, thirty niggas come with me
Flow fire, murderer, no priors
I blow tyres, we loco, don't try us
Ha, ya ain't balling, turnovers
Get on the ground, nigga, turn over
Eradicate that before I put your face where the safe at
Then lay low where it safe at
Bet you won't have the time to squeal
What's your life like, mines is real, nigga
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