Champagne Thoughts D.I.T.C. (Ft. O.C.)

Uh, uh
What (mothafucker)
The fuck y'll want
D.I.T.C
Nigga what
Shh
Y'll niggas is creeps
Straight up
Yo'll, laying in the cut type nigga
What!

[O.C.]
Strangers I don't trust
Peep out the scenery so I can adjust (coo)
Once was a foo
'Til I learned the rules, the hard way
Peace by jukes, 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 as well, shit, 'til I die
Till then I'm staying fly
On the reg staying out of the red
Blood, sweat with no tears
Fuck having fears
Two thou's dead on, i'm meeting it dead on
Millennium, many dumb to the fact
You clap that Mush shit I'm a bust right back
For realer, live nigga, see it in my eyes
If ya, test my strength I'm a give you a surprise nigga
Some what the quiet type
I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight