Artist: Diamonds in Da Rough Album: Streets is Watching soundtrack Song: The Doe Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch Yeah (Y'all don't think y'all ready, baby) Yeah DIDR (It's about to happen) Digga (What, what, what) Chinko, Reb the Merc, Dominique, nigga [ VERSE 1: Reb Mercy ] Yo, I used to spend my money-money tax-free till they snatched me In the p, doin the buck, they can't catch me Reb keep a lowa, watch for cats with big eyes like Rover Trust a hater as far as I can throw ya Reb Mercy, young player, live for controversy A lotta cats tried to earth me, y'all was too thirsty We the Diamonds, all you other players is coal We the reapers of the rap game, snatchin your soul Reb and Chink go together like Nike Airs and soles Like platinum and gold, like we clap, and you fold Nigga, hold up, shorties wanna roll once they swoll up Babyface, but still grown up, I got it sewn up Once you see the cars pull up, cigars rolled up Henny to be throw up, stop playa-hatin, grow up It's our world, your girl is now our girl Without a question I love the doe, that's my life confession [ CHORUS ] We need the dough Dollar bills, y'all Cristal and Moë Let if flow, what? Fly whips and clothes All we need, all we need is doe (2x) [ VERSE 2: Chink ] Time to shine like Gullivers, everday life, prove the love >From above, hover over us, keepin foes not Close enough to touch, all praise is due to the Beloved But disapproved by state moves Got ways to make and come break throughs My brain plate elaborates on ways to inflate loot Bustin corporate crew Make moves for longevitiy and prestige While others thirst for quick raise of fees Or light dreams I proceed the need to achieve dreams, most niggas schemes A Carmen San Diego hunt for the cream Diamond fam be pin-pointed, Chink and Merc keep pockets jointed Do my best, so no one is disappointed As I manifest my sole quest to get blessed All I wanna hear is 'yes', to get the lines down to s And power moves don't move to second guess Cause you only shareholders when you invest [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Reb Mercy ] I try to tell myself, it's just paper, but I got the vapors Out to stack chips in black whips to keep my money flowin So the hoes can keep hoein and the doe can keep flowin And the rock can keep rollin and the bread can keep foldin Only talk to hoes that's swollen, like Eddie Murphy Reb's the chosen For player-haters members in my staff be holdin Diamonds gon' shine, hell yeah, I'm glad y'all noticed Y'all don't want no parts of me, Chink, take it over [ VERSE 4: Chink ] Chinky the soldier, told ya Diamonds takin over Y'all can play hardrocks, but we bold as money-folders With the world on my shoulders I struggle to get mine Cause this crime in time may have me shine If not, I'ma die tryin, relyin on myself to make it happen While foes yappin, assisted is better Long as it's the winning team, I don't care who's captain I'ma be stackin and mackin and actin, what? [ CHORUS ]