Way of Life (Original) D.I.T.C. (Ft. Party Arty)

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Diggin In The Crates nine-nine, uh!
Don Carta bomb harder, what?
Yeah, D-I-T-C now and forever, dun dun
What? What? What?
Yeah, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
There's only one way for me to explain
The key to this game is longev, keep it the same
The seeds'll remain, only if they bringin' the pain
Hip-hop won't stop like the heat in my veins
The streets know my name, Don Carta bomb harder
My persona is honored in the Bronx as my alma matter
I'm smarter than the average Joe, packin a flow
That's stackin the dough, bring the bitch to the back and let's go
Fat Joe, I'mma set 'em straight
If you do your hits. I exist from Diggin In The Crates
Bringin in the eighths, I had to stay up late
Playin' the corners but never seen a day upstate
Til the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gates
I continue to run shit even after the computer breaks
You know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that's foul
As I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child

[Hook: Party Arty & O.C.]
(It's the way of life)
Doin' it big, movin' with kids
The type of cats that put two in your wig
(It's the way of life)
Gettin' the dough, spittin' the flow
Hittin' the dro, sippin' the Mo'
(It's the way of life)
Cockin' shines, cockin' nines
Plot 'n grind, we want stocks and bonds
(It's the way of life)
Big honeys, quick money
Playin' gin rummy, ain't shit funny