Da Enemy

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D.I.T.C.

The Diggin' in the Crates Crew, commonly known as D.I.T.C., is an American hip hop collective formed in 1992 in New York City. The collective's name derives from the act of seeking out records to sample for production. The collective is composed of Lord Finesse, Diamond D, Big L, O.C., Fat Joe, Buckwild, Showbiz and A.G., DJ O.Gee and The Ghetto Dwellas. Its members have achieved substantial and consistent recognition in underground rap circles, having often collaborated with undiscovered talents and underground hip hop artists alongside the most commercial of rappers. more »

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2000

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I drive up and down Harlem blocks 
Iced down medallions cops think I'm selling rocks 
Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk 
but I'm soberm they wouldn't f*ck with me if I drove a Nova 

Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow 
And what you make in a year I make in one show 
Now you want to frisk me and search my ride 
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride 

You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat 
Pockets dumb fat, talkin' bout where the gun at 
I been there and done that 
I'm through with that illegal life I'm stayin' legit 

I love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shit 
I walk around with six thou without the pistol 
My whole click's wild I'm rich Pah 
No more sticks I'm makin' hits now 

I drink Cristal I'm through breaking laws 
I don't sell coke anymore I do tours 
So get that flashlight out of my face 
To bring me down Jake do whatever it takes 

Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped 
Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that 

[Chorus]
Why do I end up in so much shit 
I don't came way too far to be calling it 
Jake want to lock me up even though I'm legit 
They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick 
 
Hey yo enough is enough federals try to set me up 
Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost into dust 
Plus they want a nigga
But they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know 

I left the streets alone, and almost killed his mama 
So I'm a keep doin' what I'm doin' 
Pursuin' my dream til there enough cream to start my own union 
And show these kids how legit it is 

Shit is real I use a steel but now I own several businesses 
So where is your witness that you claim to have sayin' 
Extortin' New York and not payin' tax 
I lean back playin' the role playin' too low 

But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O. 
Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did 

[Chorus: x2]

What would you do if the vicious enemy suddenly started comin 
at you armed to the teeth and ready to kill you

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