Yo, yo, yo ..    Chorus: [Diamond D]  We love the foundation, time to lock shit  Ladies look no more we got this  D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit   And while you busy poppin' shit we're poppin' Cris  Ain't no stoppin' this like, ?  See it's all laced out wearing rocks and shit  On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit  Hating when we come through ya metropolis    [Dimaond D]  I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes  Expensive whips, first-class trips  Seven days cruises, honey don't trip  Excel class if ya heard room fit  Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me  Tiffany labs, ?  H-class minerals with no floors in it  Be one two, with the windows all tinnit  And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil' send it  Everything is paid for, mami not rent it  Two albums deep, it's all documented  Y'all little monkeys gon' see in a minute  Look, G-O-L-D in a minute  'Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !  It's Di-a-mond D on ya set  Throwin' all G's and charge a jet    [ O.C. ]  I'm doin' time in the rap game  Sorta like a beered up North all one and the same  My slang keep comin' steady num in ya brain  Like substers abusin' lies for cocaine  I get ya open, my stuff be pokin'  Two pulls a past for three niggaz smoking  It's no joking when it comes to this  On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris'  With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet  Trade rhymes in for cash, money I stash  For the future, treat more wis' than Peter Luger  For lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva?  Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucks  For this I got love, not lust  If I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna fuck!    [ CHORUS ]    [A.G.]  My flow, be sicker than yours  Hoes, bounce gimme some mo'  Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough  Wanna track from me? Then gimme some dough  I sport those type of flows that excite the hoes  That's my ice that roll and light the dro'  Love is love, y'all niggas gettin' sheisht with yours  Diamond beats hittin' harder than Tyson blows  I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow  Claim you don't like the flow, when you want to bite the flow  Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin' Bugsy  Get Dirty like ?, it could get ugly  I rock mines and cop top of the line cars  Then charge you twentie-thou', only drop nine bars  Slight the tight men, cop about nine jars  To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars    [Lord Finesse]  Niggas is finito, when my and my peeps blow  Name it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo' sho  We straight, better see yaselfves  We seein' more chips than the ?  On a club night we hillin', watching the thugs fight  Iced out, nigga shining like flug-lights  Rolling with grimy niggas, dirty like mud-fights  Throwing it up, while you sipping on Bud-Light  Steady balling, why you stop the thing  Blind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drink  On some slick shit, dress-up dip shit  Floors with rocks and stones you don't mind getting hit with  Don't sleep, me and my crew's deep  Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet  Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst  Fuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first    [ CHORUS ]