Dignified Soldiers lyrics

f/ Big L, Lord Finesse, O.C.



[Big L]

Check it

When I`m onstage you niggaz 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

Runing 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



[Lord Finesse]

I be that underworld Don, certified bomb

(What you after Pah?)The paramegan 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 Glenn Rice

Game`s tight, so just get the name right

Cause I`ll be damned if half you cats can rock the same mic



[Chorus]

Yeah dignified soldiers, we roll like bolders

some of us are whilers, just while money holders

come test the click we`ll see who`s the boldest?

Who`s strong who`s weaker whose heart be the coldest?



[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 flaper, 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` rape it

to let you know that D.I.T.C. shitted



[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 niggaz want to bring the drama?

Fuck with O.C. and get smoked like scarma 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



[Chorus]
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