from the dick I'm dissin all yall punk crews
Y'all wack and won't even think
of punchlines I don't use
and that new shit you tryin to write
Battle on the streets so when
Thinkin how I used to wax
on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron
Wit a nigga tryin to chew my
I'm gettin money off the books
Fuck with they heads like
Then tell they punk ass to move
on like Silkk the Shocker
Be out to get the paper like
Cuz when Digga come around
Curtains, curtains, curtains,
Cuz when Digga come around
Curtains, curtains, curtains,
I drink I don't act right
I see some bitch and start a cat fight
grabbin slices from S'Barro's
Eyein fake niggas like they
Even biggin me for shit I did
Like, "How can I be down?",
I'm the bitch that roll dolo
More still than mo- mo's and a
make ya run like Sammy Sosa
Why you take it there? Cuz
ain't gon hear it on my CD
cuz I'm grown up and older now
Drinkin mad low and brow,
tell em how it's goin down
cuz I was born in the Bricks
and shit is on in the Bricks
think you got the heart to
But you better be careful what
you get jacked in the Bricks
and I'm the mack in the Bricks
Uh, I got niggas that'll run you
And bitches that'll milk you, plus
All you MC's better stand your ground
Cuz when Digga come around
Curtains, curtains, curtains,
Cuz when Digga come around
Curtains, curtains, curtains,
All you MC's better stand your ground
Cuz when Digga come around
Curtains, curtains, curtains,
All you MC's better stand your ground
Cuz when Digga come around
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains,