Dignified Soldiers (Remix)

Album cover art for "Dignified Soldiers (Remix)" by Showbiz & A.G. & Big L & Lord Finesse & O.C. & D.I.T.C.

Showbiz & A.G. & Big L & Lord Finesse & O.C. & D.I.T.C. - Rap, New York Rap

Dignified Soldiers (Remix)

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[Verse 1: Big L] Check it When I'm onstage, you niggas know who's mic this is Sport the presidential Rol' full of ice-eses My name it ring a bid-ell, I'm hot as hid-ell I live swid-ell, how could you mention Harlem and forget L? Me and you can get it on, and we'll see who get shitted on You tried to do what I did, but you did it wrong I'm not a child, I'm a grown man You push a Six but I own land, try that You can't buy that, pass the lye black, let me fry that Where I rest, frontin' fly cats get robbed and shot at Knuckle up, bet I swell you I stay Rolex'ed and never get tested, so what that tell you? My whole crew puff blunts and fuck stunts I won't lie, I got stuck once Then I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that back Now you figure the rest, I'ma stop at that You still living 'cause I allowed it, coward Running 'round, fronting hard like you "bout it, bout it" But I doubt it, doubt it What I recite be taking hours to write So if you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] I be that underworld Don, certified bomb (What you after, pa?) Parmesan and nice swans By all means, my theme is to gross the cream Like Joe, "I don't wanna be a player" – I'll just coach the team Reign supreme, straight and still great Can you relate? I'm after ill papes like Bill Gates Don't flip drugs, just a slick thug that gets love Make chicks bug, then take it all off like strip clubs (Uh) Too slick, on some ultra-cool shit On some "You gon' need me before I need you" shit I got chicks hooked, have your cash shook I got the shit that make ya.... Nigga, look I've been right, you're skatin' on thin ice I hem mics, this cat's nice like Glen Rice Game's tight, so just get the name right 'Cause I'll be damned if half you cats can rock the same mic [Hook] Yeah dignified soldiers, we roll like boulders Some of us are wilders, just wild money holders Come test the click, we'll see who's the boldest? Who's strong who's weaker? Whose heart be the coldest? [Verse 3: A.G.] Now while y'all bite like termites, we'll shine like torchlights Burn mics, truth is I'm better off mics Get raw like, G.D. on mics of all types Four mics ain't enough, this royal flush is clutch Realer than most, stay concealin' the toast But reveal the flames like the last days, there's mad ways To make the paper, but these chickens taste the vapor I lace the flavor, wanna be major, that's my nature I'm forced to kick the dopest shit, load the clip Let my mind spray, foes submit, it's over with Hold my click like the cheebas, drop bombs like bad receivers You wanna see us? Then beep us, 'cause we off the hook I smoke the cheebas and remain here 'cause they need us Sell-outs, they want to be us, but it ain't here I blow spots and hold Glocks, for those cops That try to roadblock my road to the top, I throw shots If you're not, I'm bird hunting, in the Suburb fronting And I been peeped duke, in the rearview, ain't nuttin' That's what you say, but I say, "It's probably something" End up frontin', but on another note, y'all MC's Better take it while y'all can get it 'Cause where we hit it, we gon' rip it To let you know that D.I.T.C. shitted [Verse 4: O.C.] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Now who can recall all of the phenomenon is flawless Like diamonds being dug from a mine, priceless I am too much for the average man, nigga – who can? You ain't, fuckin with Diggin' is like walking on quicksand Shit, my crew will run a blitz on your team Fantasizin' ain't our thang, ;cause we far from a dream We live and learn concern for one another like brothers Am I my brother's keeper? No doubt, I'm a believer in karma Which niggas want to bring the drama? Fuck with O.C. and get smoked like shawarma or ganja Let me remind y'all once (Once) If I gotta say it twice, we gonna find y'all The way we roll we have teeth chattering, now who's coldest? Diggin' In The Crates crew, Dignified Soldiers [Hook] Yeah dignified soldiers, we roll like boulders Some of us are wilders, just wild money holders Come test the click, we'll see who's the boldest? Who's strong who's weaker? Whose heart be the coldest?

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Credits

Writers
  • Big L
  • Lord Finesse
  • Andre the Giant
  • O.C.
  • Show