Make Em So Proud (hold Up) Lyrics - D.i.t.c.

[Intro] 

Replaced by the prettier things 

When I see you with all these girls 

I just don't understand 

I guess I'm not like the rest of them 

[Verse 1: A.G.] 

Many people tell us our style is terrific 

It is quite different now let's get specific 

I'll focus on a lyric - mind, body, spirit 

Inspires when you hear it, so you feel it 

I'm birthed in the Apple, Bronx is the cradle 

Fighting off demons, embracing all the angels 

Mastered all the angles, you should do the same too 

Before your inner self blame you, came through 

With the same crew - D-I-double-G-I-N 'till the end 

Fill a pen, kill again with the will to win 

Nah, we're not like the rest of 'em 

In the same sentence don't mention 'em, hold up 

I said we make 'em so proud, this that loud, nigga roll up 

See, Andre's a giant, Joey got that crack 

Finesse is the Lord, Mush shine on a track 

Buck got the heat, Show got the street 

L is still with us, best producer with lyrics 

Is D squared, so you better beware 

So lit with the shit 'till we leave here, yeah 

[Break: Fat Joe] 

Often imitated, never duplicated 

D.I.T.C. nigga 

[Verse 2: Fat Joe] 

I was at the castle, Dapper Dan on 

Finesse on stage, I'm like put your fans on 

Ever since the shotgun flew over the sofa 

Been building the empire, preserving the culture 

Life's what you choose it, crack before music 

I put that on the wall, now my name's on the Hall of Fame 

Next to L and the rest of the crew 

I had to board therefore I was destined to shoot 

I'm like Vince with his arm in the rim, tell ya honor with 'em 

That I'm never going back, but it's still cook coke crack 

She stash the dope where I showed you at 

Don't make me have to give a soul class, nigga 

[Verse 3: Diamond D] 

Uh; and now you got all these non-descripts 

Looking for an angle - all dressed up 

Like they looking for a bangle - I'm pressed up 

I'm just looking for a strangle 

Cause these lames wanna hook and entangle (uh) 

In the League of Extraordinary Men 

All blessed with extraordinary pen 

Fans screaming now they want the more live six shit 

That uncut 1-0-4-5-6 shit, yeah 

Bodacious (uh) so gracious 

I don't talk much, but the flow is loquacious 

(Diggin') rough beats and rough raps 

The vanguards of boom bap, fuck that