SHOW & A.G. - Dignified Soldiers lyrics

rate me

(feat. 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


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?


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


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


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