D.I.T.C., Diamond D, Fat Joe and A.G. - Make 'Em Proud

Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up

When you're out there
Out there alight in the dark
Still I keep my hopes up
While you're out there
Out there alight in the dark
Still I keep my hopes up

Many people tell us our style is terrific
It is quite different (but 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 'til the end
Fill a pen, kill again with the will to win
Nah, we not like the rest of 'em
In the same sentence don't mention 'em (hold up, 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 Dsquared, so you better beware
So lit with the shit 'til we leave here

Hold up, hold up (yeah, yeah)
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up (often imitated)
Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud (never duplicated)
This that loud, nigga, roll up (D.I.T.C. nigga)
Hold up, hold up

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
I been building a 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 ball, therefore I was destined to shoot
I'm like Vince with his arm in the rim
Tell ya Honor and them, that I'm never going back
But it's still Cook Coke Crack (Crack)
She stash the dope where her choch' at
Don't make me have to give a soul clap, nigga, nigga

Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud (uh)
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up (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 the strangle
'Cause these lames wanna hook and entangle (uh)
In the League of Extraordinary Men (yeah)
All blessed with the extraordinary pen
Fans screamin' out they want that More Live sick 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

Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up
I said we make 'em so proud
This that loud, nigga, roll up
Hold up, hold up

Written by:
Andre Maurice Barnes, Joseph Cartagena, Joseph L. Kirkland, Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker

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