DESCRIPTION:
dirty diamondz "tricks of the trade"

Mikey Mic:
Word UP, Its Mikey Mic, yeah a day in the life, Fittin' to patent my swag
so when you cop it, its mine. Too many sloppy mutha fucka's tryin to claim they
can rhyme I'm not sayin im the best, cus for that takes it time. But time is of the essence
so time to prove my presence, locked in my own mind, I guess, was my life sentence,
for poppin pills not usin' my two senses, ya thought we had five , well I traded 3 for
the X's, but God was in my side, and finally found the exit, I'm only 19 bet this aint the life
you expected. Still want this life? well here's my shoes take a step in, I made it look
easy, same way you cop a style and rep it,
Yeah, you cop a style n' rep it, wish I woulda known you were lookin, coulda made a fortune,
sellin it.... Talkin dead presidents, all around my residents, Rosco dog, dug up Benjamin, forgot I buried him. But this is just talk, if only I could push swag stock, Then they could stop stalkin him, n' cops could stop
chalkin men.....Yeah chicks could stop frontin' friends n' we could stop with these "could of beens"... Word...

Lucci
Yo what up its lucky lucc, nothin to loose, deuce deuce tucked in the suit, get ur head stuffed in a neuse, im sick of fuckin with fluzies, stuck in the music, for your fuckin amusement, survival of the fitest, run a mile ina minute, im dyin to get in it, leave you dyin when the diamondz hit it, im never late to the party cuz the party is me, pardon the fee I guarantee you'll get your moneys worth, what can i say? I just gotta get the money first, diamond in the dirt underneath a sunny turf, your softer than gumy worms, learn the tricks of the trade but dont get tricked in the trade, ten pounds on the ground n six in the safe, this shit isnt safe, as if it isnt fate, your visions fake, believe me you better be easy you cant even see me n you try to reach me but you cant be where these dirty ds be... you cant be where these dirty ds be