Themes Dreams And Schemes - D.I.T.C.

featuring A.G.  O.C.  Ghetto Dwellas 

[O.C.] 
Even if the Chosen One's frozen  inside ice 
I still rise like the spirit of Christ  it's all right 
I'm a let you niggas know I'm still nice 
With this voicebox made of gold  larynx priceless 
What the fuck y'all niggas thought? 
I done seen niggas sold and bought for what my ancestors fought 
Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word life!) 
You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells 
I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet 
Splitting niggas wigs like I'm slamming 'em on granite 
Niggas can't manage whether Jamacian, Hatian 
Dominican, white, or Spanish 
Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out 
If it's coming from the top, make sense of what you're talking about 

[A.G.] 
The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine Beretta 
Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better 
Let us divide this cheddar, O.C. and us three 
Tighter than niggas that did time together 
It's only right we shine together 
I'm a rhyme forever, while you the worst 
I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse 
Unless these streets get me first, want a few mil 
But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas 
I'm whipping honey shit, the cherry Blazer, my pen is real 
You feel the blood touch the paper, cause now I know it 
And I'm a blow it like I knew it for years 
Like my peers through childhood 
Was a wild hood, did anything a broke black child could 
Even robbing and stealing, but that's not foul, that's the hood 
Even money knew it when he cracked a smile and passed the goods 

Ayo the theme is to stay sick and have 'em fiend 
The d