The Enemy - D.I.T.C.

featuring Big L  Fat Joe 

[Big L] 
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 fuck with me if I drove a Nova 
Listen Columbo you're mad becouse your money come slow 
And what you make in a year I make in one show 
Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride 
Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride 
You're just mad couse 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: Big L 

Why do I end up in so much shit 
I don't came way too far to be calling it 
Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit 
They can't stand to see a young brotha pockets get thick 

[Fat Joe] 
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'ma 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 
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