Campagne Thoughts - Lyrics - D.i.t.c.

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 *** 'til I die Tiltin' I'm keeping it fly On the rags staying out of the red Blood, sweat with no tears *** 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 ***, *** in my eyes If ya test my strength I'm a give you a surprise *** Some want the quiet type I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight [Chorus: x2] It's just champagne thoughts (thoughts) Man made to floss (word) Vanity or *** (***) 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 *** 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 * *** * Fat Joe The ones giving head figure it count for dead Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay *** 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 x2] 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 *** get snatched by the Rico lords Then the *** one stuck, when it rains it pours Young cats with cigars and shot out jaws Young black entrepreneurs read the violence of form [Chorus x3: with ad-libs] D.I.T.C.