* curses are blanked on the song    Uh, uh  What  D.I.T.C  What  Shh  Creeps, straight up  Straight up  Y'all, laying in the cut  What!    [O.C.]  Strangers I don't trust  Peep out the scenery so I can adjust  Once was a fool  'Til I learned the rules, the hard way  Peace by dukes, I was shook  Got slept, nowadays I'm keeping it stepped  But it ain't to the point that I'm rocking a vest  I'm in this wellish * shit * 'til I die  Tiltin' I'm keeping it fly  On the rags staying out of the red  Blood, sweat with no tears  * Fuck * having fears  Two thou' head on, meeting it dead on  Millennium, many dumb to the fact  You clap that Mush and I'm a bust right back  For realer, live * nigga *, shit in my eyes  If ya test my strength I'm a give you a surprise * nigga *  Some want the quiet type  I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight    Chorus: repeat 2X    It's just champagne thoughts (thoughts)  Man made to floss (word)  Vanity or lust (lust)  Weed makes more  Stick up the bank and make off with it all  Pick up the start where the others left off    [O.C.]  Doing what I gotta do at any cause  Knowing life is short  Give or take a few blows with nuts to show  Sometimes you make friends especially when  The ends play a part out of nowhere  Skins at the bar  Sucking up  Champagne is just like * shit *  Track wanna be wives, nothing but flies  Anybody applies when you stink like dough  Many take a sniff when they walk past O  Or walk past 'Ness to L, Diamond or Buck  A.G and Show, that * nigga * Fat Joe  The ones giving head figure it count for dead  Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay whores  Goin' spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of charge  Everybody watch bouncers clout the VIP  A space reserved for the whole D.I.T.C    Chorus 2X    Y'all Y'all (over last 2 lines of chorus)    [O.C.]  I got G's on mind Cream to blow at times  Weed smoke once in a blue, it's something to do  Whip around one deep in my LS4  Shorty knows open wide like she sniffin' it raw  Got a loc crossed out, buckwilin' is a no, no  Rap name O.C, Mush Shine be my M.O  Just to find the means in the end  When it's all set it s done, with a crib and keys to Benz  Twin now berettas serial straight to letters  World keep 'em ducked this side the white leather  Cyanide thought s make shots run off  Sabotage with the snitch that decided to talk  Greedy * niggas * get snatched by the Rico lords  Then the murder one stuck, when it rains it pours  Young cats with cigars and shot out jaws  Young black entrepreneurs read the violence of form    Chorus 3X (with ad-libs)    D.I.T.C.