songs/zenske/Rah Digga.txt

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Fuck Y’all Niggas* the same song appears on the outsidaz "night life" ep

Intro
Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on niggas
Representing for all my bitches across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...

Chorus 1 (rah digga)
Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas (fuck all y'all niggas)

Verse 1 (rah digga)
All my bitches that had it up to here
We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers
Fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money
Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money
It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels

Chorus 1

Chorus 2 (young zee)
Fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches (fuck all y'all bitches)
I don't trust y'all bitches (don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches)

Verse 2 (young zee)
On my room ceiling, i got mad mirrors built in
So when i fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em alizé
You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away
Y'all lame gucci bitches (fake gucci bitches)
Stink coochi bitches (stink coochi bitches)
My niggas pop girls up in back of zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck
Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling
Tell your girls 'fuck everyone of us'
Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and i...
Let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!'

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

Chorus 1

Chorus 2
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The Nigga In Me[Intro]
Y'all must be out y'all muthafuckin' minds
It's the nigga in me (x4)
You must've bumped yo muthafuckin' head
It's the nigga in me (x4)
They gon' read it and weep
They wanna wake a sleepin' giant that ain't even asleep
Playin' w/ my 70s, and my PS3
I kept hearin' my name, I said let me see
"The bitch might be a nigga, for reala, she Rah Digga"

[Verse 1]
What the fuck man?
This guy, you barely caught a meal short of fish fry
Think I'm lettin' this fly, Fat Trel can kiss my
Global rap ass, he barely out of D.C
Tried to look him up, he ain't even got a wiki
On his records gettin' cheeky, tryna throw some shee shee
I'm right at the door, like when a dog's gotta pee pee
Some say it's beneath me, I should be the bigger artist
But this what happens when you get a nigga get started
The veterans, I love the referange
I love to talk slick, I love to reprimand
Dudes sayin' my name, I come like candy man
Made Nightmare on E Street, more like Candy land
Have them rhymes you be spittin', sound like Rhythm and Blues
Mel Gibson, what he did to them Jews
This Waka Flocka mixed with Choppa, done forgot what Rah Digga could do
Such a lady and I'm still more nigga than you

"You remind me of Rah Digga
A bitch rappin' like a nigga
Or was it a nigga rappin' like a bitch?!"

[Verse 2]
Y'all invoked that spirit, and them raw ass lyrics
From the only female too raw to compare it
To most of these rap dudes that claim they so street
I don't think I'm that rough, I think niggas too sweet
Soccer mom harder than y'all, man that's pitiful
Now I understand why rap is so ridiculed
Went up on twitter, and I found these jokers
Sits em on my next chapter, sit em down like Oprah
I'm like Yo Gabba Gabba, this no laughin' matter
This grown woman swagger, to you monkey rap bastards
Keep it in your own bracket, don't get too erratic
This Hunger Games shit, I use you for practice
Fuck is you creatin', son, a whole generation
Of some, hey horton, skateboardin', worshippin' satan asses
Bingin' on drugs, somebody get me the gloves
I don't think they need deals man, I think they need hugs
And I was trying to support this young black man
It's too bad you probably lost your only black fan
From now on, keep anointing ointment and ???
Take it any further, and you might catch a backhand

[Outro]
BITCH
See, you don't have to like me
You don't gotta listen to my shit
But you will respect me
Bitch!
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Imperial[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
Blow!

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin like White Castle or the diner
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me
Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em
The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin
Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks
And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin off the interest
Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers

Chorus

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll
Spray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all
I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all
Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all
I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all
Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all
Trample niggas like y'all
Make examples outta niggas like y'all
Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all
Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all
My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin with some other shit
And when we hit y'all
Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick

Chorus

(Busta Rhymes)
A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit

(Rah Digga)
Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit

(Busta Rhymes)
Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit

(Rah Digga)
Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy

(Busta Rhymes)
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular

(Rah Digga)
Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin shit since the Phantom of the Opera

(Busta Rhymes)
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya

(Rah Digga)
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium

Chorus
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Tight[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it

[Verse 1]
And I say what's tight
Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night
Dwelling South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
In seclusion, using fake pseudonyms
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
With doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics
(Early lessons) rappers like you were straight vixen
So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive
Off of five two fives, disguise the camouflage
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
For takin' mad niggas titles!
Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes
Striking blows like Chesimard code-name Hasana
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana

[Hook]
Now, who be writin rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight
Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
A black queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco
I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel
Rap very tight liquor got me different
Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's
I write these tight buttas, creme de la guttas
Call me Sheik Digga
Plotting over loops like the eight figures
Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God
What that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover
Chop, and I won't stop for Jake
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
Now show you the way to blow, better than I tell you
Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls
Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Who's the tightest
I rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don't try me cause I be the bitch, I swear
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
Yeah, I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid
Cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope
When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
Peace, peace, peace to niggas I rhyme wit
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'
We pros, I decompose any rapper to the bone
Down to they X and Y chromosome
So see my name tagged in bold or italics
Bow, bitch, cause I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX

[Hook]

[Outro]
Tight, tight, aight
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, aight
And the plans is tight
Tight

[Busta]
One, two, three, bo
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Party & Bullshit 2003[Intro: Rah Digga] + (Just Blaze)
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]
We 'gon take this through the roof
See me on the move checkin cats like who's who
Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang
Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names
Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks
See me cruisin until that my six is wipped
And we off to the races (Say what?!)
Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces
Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan
Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand
Mami fly, watch your man
Me takin loses I be damn
What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs)
And we stay in the flossin game
See me on the front line like G.I. Jane
Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin

[Chorus]
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank
Love is love ma leave it at that
You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu
Keepin up with me how souped is you?!
Boy state your purpose get on down
Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!)
Pullin up to my bumper baby
Body language somethin crazy
Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what
Only been here a minute cats startin it up
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Come one come all we 'gon have a ball
Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!)

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

[Bridge: Rah Digga] + (Just Blaze)
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

[Verse 3: Rah Digga]
It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader
Come on drop it like a hot potato
Everybody let's percolator (Come on!)
Fellas in the club lookin righteous
With a tight chest I think I might just
Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one
Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun
Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac
In the system watch mami straight throw it back
Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down
Digga Digga is crazy right now

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

[Outro: Just Blaze] + (Rah Digga)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
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Break FoolYeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, Yall
Ah Shit
Bricks

[Verse 1]
See me on the block with the chromed out drop
Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top
'Tight' rippin through tha hood
Blow up the whole spot
With tha system
TV
All Mine
EASY!!

Working the scene on the quest for lime green
Steady puffin on brown just for the time being
Battle raps on cock I get all up in your anus (yea!)
Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous

Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar
Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance
Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans
Say fuck yall!!
Groupies
Do me
TRULY

Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living
Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givens
Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin
Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin

[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches making moves
In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools
Say flood it up (Flood it up)
Whip it up (Whip it up)
Smoke it up (Smoke it up)
Trick it up (Trick it up)

[Verse 2]
VIP area
Certain heads get in
Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in
Weed on delivery, everybody chip in
Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it

Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen!'
Got a crib, got a whip, high heels, and tight jeans
My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos
After one or two drinks be ready to act fool!

Now, this for my real live underground cats
Who be checkin for the rhymes
Not checkin for the track
Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack
Say fuck that!
Fuck that!
Fuck that!
Fuck that!

My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics
Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights
Ya'll motherfuckers crazy tell him 'Get the dick'
Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick

[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools
Say flood it up (Flood it up)
Whip it up (Whip it up)
Smoke it up (Smoke it up)
Trick it up (Trick it up)

[Verse 3]
For those who want to whip it
For those who want to flood it
For those who want to buy it
For those who want to dub it
For those who want the sexy
For those who want the rugged
Say Digga
DIGGA
Hardcore
Love it!

Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster
A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters
For those who want to smoke it
For those who want to trick it
For those who want to hate me
Niggas know where they can stick it

[Hook 2x]
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools
Say flood it up (Flood it up)
Whip it up (Whip it up)
Smoke it up (Smoke it up)
Trick it up (Trick it up)
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Do the Ladies Run This[Hook]

[Rah Digga]
Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Put it down for the bitches all across the map
All the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead

[Verse 1: Sonja Blade]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through
Do or die is what you gon' do
I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed
With my skills stay on your toes like high heels
And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes
See me in the tube in the views to interludes
Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules
Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete
I'm into jewels I will not repeat
Y'all obsolete, Sonya Blade y'all
It's murder when they drop the beat
I spit it once
I'm hungry spit at lunch
One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch
I got a hunch, y'all figure
Y'all gon stop my figgas
Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga
But these my niggas so please my niggas
Stop the Blade from where you don't know nann nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eve]
Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw
This bitch gon split ya, get tha picture
Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya
How they gonna stop us Digga?
Try-na shine, the rest of them bitches
Is past tense and out of time
Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered
Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered
When real bitches get to rockin', heads knockin'
All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin'
All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live
Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I'm eyein' the crib
E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her
The only one out the bunch to hate
The rest gon crowd around her
Majority rules, it's our time, back the fuck up
Cause the shit you sayin' out your mouth
Make me crack the fuck up
Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad
Lay my shit by myself in the booth
While y'all need flash cards

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rah Digga]
Yeah, check it out now Like that y'all
Watch me sink three points
Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint
It's the rhyme super bitch gon' stay forever wildin'
Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen
Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot shit
Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic
Smash your clique in
Y'all niggas only heard tidbits
I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One-two, one-two
Your whole crew I dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With drogues to spark wait for shows to start
My put my niggas down if they know their parts
Caramel give 'em hell from Bricks to Anadel
Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel
By a sister who twist a few L's rip it dually
The song say It Ain't My Fault like Mystikal

[Hook 2x]
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Bitch Gonna Get Ya[Afro Samurai Resurrection sample]
He is not even worthy to die, by your hands
And wicked hands, ahhh
But with him, will not bring him peace
My professor
*screams*
Damn!

[Rah Digga]
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
And it ain't gon' be pretty, now let me paint the picture
So we can do it hit style, by whipping out the slammers
Or we can go medieval, with spear, shanks and hammers
Now anyway you want it, a bitch is gonna get ya
You playing Daredevil, I'mma be that bitch Elektra
Now you can't even measure, you such a pretty gal
A dropkick from me feeling like a fifty cal'
A bitch is gonna get ya, this really could get dirty
Box cutter in heels, seals thirty thirties
You wanna call my bluff, ya'll nowhere near tough
My shank turn furry Kangols to some earmuffs
Make 'em all scatter like roaches
A bitch is gonna get ya, now who is that approaching
Somebody trynna see me, these jokers miss the memo
They better about face, 'fore they going out the window
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
I'm jumping in your whip like that crazy ass Hitcher
Sliced ear to ear like F.U. haters
Except you ain't getting saved by no Caped Crusaders
Saying to yourself, yeah that bitch crazy
Think Green River Killer mixed in with John Gacy
Your hits don't phase me, they make me laugh
Now watch me go smack a bitch with my period pad
I said a bitch is gonna get ya, but ya'll already knew that
I catch another body every time I write a new rap
How many of ya'll can do that, you know it's only one of me
All of ya'll for cop shifty, ya'll just some wannabes
A bitch is gonna get ya, you know a bitch coming
It's not T-Pain, when you hear that thing humming
Fully automatic, coming right out the spinner
Call it lead lipo, make that ass look thinner
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
A bitch is gonna get ya, like Wendy with the gossip, or even Miss Info
With all her little topics, little blogging
Yeah, ya'll all know, trynna match O stacking all that Harpo dough
That chick with McCain, since Hilary out the picture, how can I put it bluntly
A bitch is gonna get ya, Digga Digga
Say peace when you see her, that ready to beat her, shit gets uglier
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya
A bitch is gonna get ya, bitch I'm gon' get ya
Bitch I'm gon' get ya...
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Girl Samurai Lullaby[Chorus: Dionna Nichelle]
Silly little girl, in a men's world, wish I could fly
Dilly lilly pearl, caught up in a twirl, of a butterfly
Ladadadadi, ladadadada, wish I could fly
Silly little girl, caught up in this world, of lullaby

[Rah Digga]
See when the, mics go on, the lights go on
It's like Muhammad Ali, and Tyson sparring
I take a, stab at you, a jab at you
I do 'em, Carrey style, I make 'em laught at you
Try me, ain't nothing worse than a little defeat
From trying to weak a sleeping giant that ain't even asleep
I'm not your ordinary shorty, I be bobbing and weaving
Don't even give me no excuses, just to knock a few teeth in
Bust a shot like it's semen, you do not want to see it
Have you in predicaments, you do not wanna be in
The last man to try, the last man to die
Wiggle my toes, then turn to the last samurai
Move, who not to scare to die, we runnin' wit our spears
To the sky, screaming Bis Mi Allah
So please be advised, cuz she's gonna light up the trails
Better listen to them old wise tales

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Without warning, shit could get real appaling
And invalid, don't even know what to call it
S.I.O., or you could call me bad business
Talking eyes, while your boys in the hood, down to menace
The skull smasher, basher, chicken head mangler
Then use you as a tool for my misplaced anger
The dude ripper, cuz they don't even see me come out
I blind side 'em, 'fore they can even get they guns out
Now who next to try, who next to die
What you call fighting for your life, I call exercise
Huh, coming through, looking like Lucy Liu
Whipping shanks out, running down the block, WHOODI-WHO
Ooh, you acting all intusive, we rolling kinda deep
Up in this piece, now don't be foolish
Don't make a sister lose it, that would not be condusive
But wouldn't be the first time people die, for something stupid, stupid

[Chorus]

[Outro: Rah Digga]
Here we go, baby, it's Dirty Harriet
Digga digga ya'll
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The Last Word[Rah Digga]
This is a story...
But not really a story
It's just some freestyle shit
My name is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz
My niggas, tell 'em

[Az-Izz]
Since I been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the kitten
Black or white, when the lights go off, I can't tell the difference
Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't
I got mad freestyles and hella-written
The hottest fella spittin'

[Slang Ton]
Never quitin', spittin more Outz than eleven innings
Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin
You better listen

[Young Zee]
Yeah yeah, I tell a chicken "Zee hurtin' skeezers"
Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty Herculeses
I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs
Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs

[?]
I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad
Cut a fag

[Slang Ton]
And put your brother ash in a duffle bag

[Pacewon]
Yeah, y'all fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin
Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800
Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon in the dungeon

[Young Zee]
American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London

Chorus [Rah Digga]
Set it off for my heads in Jerz
Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve
On wit' the swerve, mad bags of herb
My Outsida click gon' get the last word

[Pacewon]
Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nothin' funny
Slap you like you stole something from me
Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money
*Along w/Rah Digga* First week out we top twenty, grungy

[Young Zee]
Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured
Diss us, watch I pop wheelies without Ninjas

[Axe]
Bring ya bliggy wit ya for the Brick City niggas
Shittin on ya like kitty litter

[?]
You could do fifty situps, and I don't give a fuck if he bigger
I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga
Ya'll rock jewels that's Truck like Chevy pickups, TWISTA

[Pacewon]
All I want is money and my dick sucked

Chorus

[Az-Izz]
Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters
While you serve steak platters I'ma die ballin like Hank Gathers

[Axe]
Axe get the dough like cake batter
Pockets stay fatter
The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper

[Pacewon]
Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo
Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo

[Slang Ton]
Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo
We sign our autographs, Spell It Out like K-Solo
Tha Outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono

[Rah Digga]
Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's
Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo

[?Nawshis?]
Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no

Chorus
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Lessons of TodayRah-rah-rah Digga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out now uh
Dirty Harriet!
Dirty Harriet!
Dirty Harriet! Yeah!
Where's my sisters?
Where's my sisters?
This one's for the brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Said I be rappin' for da ladies
What's up ladies?
But this one's for da brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Yeah check it out now

Now I'm the baby in the family
And I got three siblings
Three older brothers and we trying to make a living
So we hustle and we bubble
And we coming up fast
Ain't gon' never be the same
Since mom and pops past
The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt
Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything
Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings
Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed
Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed
(Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin'
Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin'
Tried to turn himself in just to make things right
Ended up taking flight cause he's not the jail type

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because...
Rah Digga...remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because...
Rah Digga...remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)

Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer
Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to
Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face
Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case
Probably cause he wanted to be the baby in the family
Drinking with his friends, macking up
Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when I heard the ill
My physical got killed
Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal
Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough
And on the block round the clock
Niggas ain't seen nothing
Yeah right
Never seen a brother more determined or eager
Moms and pops couldn't see it
Now we not gonna see it either

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because...
Rah Digga...remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because...
Rah Digga...remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)

Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm
Some say part depressed some say part deformed
Record unclean since his early teens
In and out the youth house
Playing all the crime scenes
Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things
He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams
From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long
Bugged out when he was little
Now he big that was wrong
Little too early had to kick him out the house
He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about
He used to bust down the door
Moms cry, pops fight
Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right
Word on the street every body wanna do him
]From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin'
Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload?
How much longer sis got before the last brother gone
OH NO!

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because...
Rah Digga...remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because...
Rah Digga...remains raw
(Follow the rules)
(Ya hear me, huh?)
Rah Digga, rah digga

[Outro]
Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode Squad
Rah Digga (Uh-huh)
I wanna take this time out to say thanks to everybody
Who went out and copped my shit
For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy
I suggest you go handle your BI
Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next
Flipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay)
I wanna plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP...Anarchy
And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey)
Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life)
Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep
Try-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever
Fuck all y'all alright cause
This is me, this is who I be
This is my voice and you got no choice
And on that note I just wanted to say
Cheers to another thousand years
Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all
Dirty Harriet!
But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all
Make sure y'all stay tune to check out
These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with
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Just For You[Prelude]

All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
For my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all
Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

[Spliff Star]
Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
Nigga fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

[Roc Marciano]
Shot up my copse, Dirty Harry
You stickin me is like niggas fuckin the Virgin Mary

[Busta Rhymes]
Shit we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy
Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody
So now I leave your body to rott
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot

[Baby Sham]
Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops

[Rampage]
You messin wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the Excursion, heads is turning
Flipmode we still mergin

[Rah Digga]
Now we splurgin in Suburbans
Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans
Said one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin words in 240 seconds

[Lord Have Mercy]
Get three to get your bitch neck, and four to even the score
Graveyard shift it's best that y'all believe in the law

[Roc Marciano]
Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede ballie, shoe steppin do the best that I can can
Like Pointer Sisters, who could join the wizard?

[Busta Rhymes]
Talkin outta place I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up

[Prelude Background]
[Hook]

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU

[Rampage]
Before all the plaques and the source awards
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin, Rampage, I ain't trippin
Check all the magazine clippins

[Spliff Star]
Yo I pluck pigeons, get brains in Expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy like midnight I'm pickin
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

[Lord Have Mercy]
Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, weak clear classes

[Roc Marciano]
Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mashes ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin half ass shit, splash kids
Poke em with the bassonet in the neck, graphic

[Baby Sham]
Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk
Speakin in tongue, with six blocks callin my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin your drums with hot shit and more to come

[Busta Rhymes]
But then we manifest the truth
The niggas like predictions from the Bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal

[Rah Digga]
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district

[Prelude Background]
[Hook 2x]
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Straight Spittin’, Pt. 2This is what I'm dealin', bout to make a killin' off illin off-a hydro
Put it on a rapper like they workin out Tae Bo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement
Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealous to the point she wanna slice this
I fuck a nigga head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclists
With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga... shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin rhymes unruly
MC's for real might catch a hock-ptooie
Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

I push the range on my Pop's Buick Regal
Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like the news, your boys died on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for under-aged rugrats
I spit for Brick City, where all my real thugs at
I spit shit cause I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food
I spit spit spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons
And best believe where I'm goin' you're a goner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in California
I spit spit spit for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my sensei
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mixtape
Like that, I'm the illest with the mouthpiece
Crazy like South Park and hotter than South Beach
Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin'
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

I spit shit and leave you scarred like a face-lift
I spit for the underground, Hot 97 be the Matrix
One, two, hit 'em with the basics
Who gon' stay hittin'? Who be straight spittin'?
I take the mic and rock it like what
I make you write, get wrecked tonight, what
Cause you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
In a million years, and a million beers
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin'
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!

When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters
Spittin' on behalf of Flipmode and Outsidaz
**************************************************
Harriet ThugmanRah Digga
The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby
C'mon!

[Verse 1]
I be that house nigga squatting in the lab
Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab
Fingerin the man tryin to tap into his spirit
A misguided soul so ain't checkin for the lyrics
Many different players, only one hold the ball
Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol
With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart
Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts
Follow me now, as I build my fanbases
Makin rappers worry like they got open cases
Harriet Thugman, bout to see shit through
Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two
I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus
The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus
Do away cats with the same ol' whack
Lead a nation up north where the real party at
A place where we spray when our asses get older
No shots in the throat, no gettin pulled over
A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime
And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime
A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people
Black presidents, and all the weed legal
No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry
Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries
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What We Gonna Do[Rah Digga]
Megahertz

[Verse 1]
Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies
Paper chase them self, or say man blood money
Schemin' ass honey tryin' to get my shine
Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind
Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order
Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter
Five in the whip, we like to flow thick
CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip
Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees
Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez
We conceited asses, wavin' to the masses
Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us
Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's
Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill
Stores closin', down goes the sun
Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun

[Hook]
(Ah, ooh)
Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down
Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town
Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground
Mre heat and there's plenty to go around
Party people come shake it over here, just bounce
Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce
Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce
Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh)

[Verse 2]
Now we done huffed about an ounce up
R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer
The second round's on me, D-I-G
The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor
See, we ain't payin' so debt that due
Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two
I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez
Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed
Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes
Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines
Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style
First lady profile, no more chicks allowed
Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set
Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet
But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar
I'm the real ghetto superstar

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We bring the night to a close
Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows
What we gonna do now, take it down
No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!)
Come on swing with me if ya able
Corner reserved and they gotta pool table
The music jumpin' better than the club
Champagne in the house, every DJ show love
But all good things must come to end
Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp
Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker
Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor
Food gettin' dropped off first, please
Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's
Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road
Hit me off on the jack for the next episode

[Hook x2]
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Curtains[Verse 1]
Bust it, 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 to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked
I'm fresher than that, and that new shit you tryin to write
Like mita, mita, name not Rashita
Battle on the streets so when I'm playin senorita
Spend a few peso on some chili con queso
Thinkin how I used to wax rappers back that eso
Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron
Wit a nigga tryin to chew my tampon with my pants on
I'm gettin money off the books like I'm Beatnuts
Make em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups
Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka
Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker
Word to my godfather, who bombs harder
Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter

HOOK 2X:
All you MC's better stand your ground
Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
(curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all
Curtains on all y'all)
When Digga come down

[Verse 2]
Some people say when I drink I don't act right
Raisin my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight
Or in my travels, grabbin slices from S'Barro's
Eyein fake niggas like they intimate apparel
20,000 seaters, heads givin me pounds
Even biggin me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge
Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya
Playin me close so I can hook you up with Busta
Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo
More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo
With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa
Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca
Why you take it there? Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi
And when I freestyle you ain't gon hear it on my CD
Money management, cuz I'm grown up and older now
Drinkin mad low and brow, tell em how it's goin down
Bricks, Bricks, cuz I was born in the Bricks
Bricks, Bricks, and shit is on in the Bricks
Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to
But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle
Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks
Bricks, Bricks, and I'm the mack in the Bricks
Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards
And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package

HOOK 4X
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This Ain’t No Lil’ Kid Rap[Intro]
Ev'rybody grown in here right?! Rated M for mature bitches
I'm sayin don't get me wrong y'know, Digga love the kids but ummm.......
This ain't no lil' kid rap right here, now I don't know
I might have to make y'all rock a certain color wristband to bump this
Yo you might even learn a new word before it's all over
Try to keep up youngins!

[Verse One]
Yo! See! I don't study what the next folk have
Take two totes and pass invoke my own craft
Grown up swag whole other vocab
Y'all one hit wonders blowin smoke up they ass
See even after ya peak you'll never measure me
Rah legendary status Rakim, Eric B
Diggin in some lil' kid ass like Pleasure P
Hip hop police might start come arrestin me (SEE)
This that 401 cake up not Jacob
Boy tie your shoelace up, get a shape up!
You in the presence of, hip hop royalty
Rah Anastasia, Memoirs of a Geisha
Specialty turnin blood money into pay stubs
Type of pen game most rappers be afraid of
Some even call me the boom bap savior
New pledges beware I might have to haze ya

[Hook]
HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
SHIEEETTTTT!!! This that gettin off from work
And you wanna bop your head not tryin to do the jerk (HOW IT WORK!)
They say I'm what the game been missin
Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN)
Could spend a whole lifetime fishin
Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission

[Verse Two]
This like a case of, final destination
Reincurring nightmare, Michael Freddy Jason
Code of a Da Vinci, bitches like pinch me
Drag 'em all to hell, twenty-twelve go against me (OW!!)
I ain't even beat, just doin my numbers
In and out the limelight kinda somethin like Jumper
Bite front your line or two, a haiku
Or the next rhyme I write might be about YOU!
HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
(WHAT IT IS!) This ain't no abra cadabra, a chitter chatter
Foot soldier risin quiet, not even a pitter patter
(Be my guest) Nigga, gather your dad your peers or nails
I be in mails chattin with actors, even a Steven Spel'
I'm a rapper's rapper, make no hap hazard
In a cypher, I'm Tariq, Mos Def, and Mr. Mathers (And Mr. Mathers!)

[Hook]
HUH! I ain't no lil' kid rapper
UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
DANG!!! This that Pinky And The Brain
I'm the SHHH Gucci Mane in the bricks I got stained
They say I'm what the game been missin
Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN)
Could spend a whole lifetime fishin
Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission

[Bridge]
They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!)
They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin)
They say I'm what the game been missin
Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (Bloggin me...)
They say I'm what the game been missin (Textin me...)
They say I'm what the game been missin
They say I'm what the game been missin
Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned

[Outro]
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!!
**************************************************
Angela Davis (Single)(Lyrics in 16 bars)

Intro:

Leader of the resistance
And it's only for the thick skin
Runnin' round in chick-lands circuit with my Bricks-man
When it come to spittin', got that sixth sense

And I don't think they know the difference
And I'm getting at my wit's end
And then that real rap kicked in
And they wonder how it missed them

Verse 1:

I'm Angela Davis, I ain't shaking my buns
I'm yelling power to the people and waving 'em guns
I be pumping dat fist, I ain't running some shit
It ain't too many o' you broads got the stomach for dis!

Y'all worry 'bout your stylist, worry 'bout your talents
Build up your valence, expandin' your palettes
Better find you a balance else that homegoing won't be
As turned up as Howard's

Verse 2:

Ha! Call me Angela Davis
In my all black floating through the Matrix
They like, “Digga, can you save us?”
When did lyricism escape us?

You one of the few that kept it raw through the ages
You ‘bout the culture even more than the papers
And you ain't have to do that fake shit
I love my black features, I ain't tryna get no facelifts

Verse 3:

I'm Angela Davis, no perm
Momma had that straightin’ comb on slow burn
They ‘on't know about ME, but they gon' learn!
They gon' learn!!

How I had the infallible Lauryn Hill lighting roaches on the mic
Told Kim we read' enough, we not doing ladies night
Told Rage we success, we gon' be Nas and Jay
And the duets with Bust’, still his best to this day

Chorus:

I'm Angela Davis, I ain't, y’all say
Couple war scar flaws from my young day
Album ain’t debut number one, two or three
But I showed you how to be an emcee

Call me Angela Davis, I'm steppin' with pride
Y'all condone the coonin’, I ain't lettin' it ride
Y'all so foo-foo, even the who's who
I swear to God they ‘on't make 'em like they used to

I'm Angela Davis!

Outro:

KRS One (Sample):
I freed myself but I'm coming back to free my brothers and sisters
That ain't for everybody
You gotta be ordained
I wouldn’t put that mission on nobody
**************************************************
You Got It(ft. Torae & Styles P)
You got it, (soul) you got it
You got, (soul) you got it
You got, (soul) you got it
You got, (soul) you got it, you got it. (soul)
You know I got it, got it one of the .. artist
I figure need it ..somebody retarded on it
So I deliver on it he’s gonna spit the body on it
My shit beyond it you should be warned about it, ‘bout it
Is no limit when I .. is more shocking ..
It ain’t my fault the shit I take in tenses
Pinches and princess the b*tch flip shit
You ain’t no what you face it
Y’all niggas ain’t sick I’m losing my patience
Y’all ... Kelly ..niggas it’s not .. I got soul like the plain ...now it’s ..

Chorus:
You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it
You want it I got it, you want it I got it
You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it
You want it I got it, you want it I got it
You know I got it got it you can’t .. need somebody .. one day ..
I’m a master like .. stop it
It’s in the name in fact may be where I derive it
Don’t use it no ..get my deposit , don’t ask me where
‘cause I ain’t wanna gossip
Me not .. the project it’s logic only rap ..dirty area got me feelin like a psychic
Rapping about black president .. about my thoughts my brain speech
You don’t wanna try me just take the damn ..say I’m not introspective enough
True .. ‘cause I don’t make .. I make them .. mother f*cker ..
Straight .. everybody Mc the still not me

Chorus:
You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it
You want it I got it, you want it I got it
You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it
You want it I got it, you want it I got it
You know I got it mike up with a lock up with the
Any rapper f*ck it with the .. you’d better stop it
Wait before start ..retarded you’re poppin in the air
I’m not a good artist you just an .. rapper.. f*ck up nigga clap your back up
Just to rap
I pick my strapper ..the pants too tight this the fact .. another fact ..
You know I get spit all the shit ...

[Chorus:]
I got soul, you know I got it
You know I got it, got it
I got soul, you know I got it
I got soul ...
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Clap Your Hands (Bonus Track)Yo Yo Yo Yo
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
What was it like try'na get up in the game
Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
TV people pissed 'cause I spit the dirty version
Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
Now tell everybody 'bout niggas in your camp
How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
And another set of caps double that in the Bricks
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
Celeb chick up in the rap game
Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
Take a whole lot of money
Fuck around and ride the train
Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
No album out superbitch won a Grammy


[Chorus]
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)


Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
Who like to hustle
Lose scams everyday
Type of chicks hit first
Even let they kids curse
Get a check every month
Day job as a nurse
I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
So I'ma get slick
Evict they own man running
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
Drinking all type of goodies
Sending heads on a run
Everytime I pass a L
Here comes another one
Now bitch got the munchies
Making heads front me
Dipping in the dro
Niggas fuck around and jump me
Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
Now where we headed when the block get hot
Now we speeding on the Ave
Puffing on lots of gandas
Pumping Jay shit
Somebody got Nastradamus
Kicking one-liners
Car full of rhymers
Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
Type of shit going into Digga verse
Say intellect punch lines
Kill 'em all one time
Voice still crazy
Even when I kick my fun rhymes
Digga supreme
Clientele like ghost faces
Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases


[Chorus]
All the ladies in the place clap your hands
All the fellas in the house clap your hands
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
Everybody (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody)
Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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What They Call Me"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga"

[Rah Digga]
For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers
Cheers!
Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!
Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore
(Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name
I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic
Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it

[Hook] 4x
The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)

[Rah Digga]
I'm primetime, you a local on cable
I battle you on yo' shit and then waste your label
Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy
Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family
(For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation
Less rhymin years, less formal education
Gettin less spins than a BBS
Less hype in the streets and you writin even less
(Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy
(Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me
Less knowhow, more ho now
Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is
Yappin all day bout who crew the best
Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess
Continue to bless any track that come this way
Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe

Chorus 4x

"Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga]
"Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes]
"Digga on the track" [Rah]
"Words worth a million" [Jay-Z]
"Represent" [Biggie] "Yo" [Prodigy]
"Strike-strike hard" [Canibus]

[Rah Digga]
Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan
Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin
Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone
Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on
(Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach
Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach
I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana
Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners
Call the dopest MC my little junior
Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna
Mad, what I say go, B-girl original
Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!)
What the chicks say, hoes might oppose
But most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my clothes
And all the niggas say "Damn, this bitch is tight
Ain't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte" (Come on)

Chorus 8x
**************************************************
Handle Your B.I.[Chorus]
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip
Rep thugs on the street
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip
Rep thugs on the street

[Verse 1]
Digga Digga
First name Rashia
Rock the mic crazy
Wouldn't wanna be ya
Had a nice wing since my early teens
Now I'm grown rocking microphones
Sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
Say That's The Brakes (That's The Brakes)
True
Hit 'em with the (Wooo!)
Fine young woman now
Long time coming now (Coming now)
Thank the fans for they love and affection
Heard me with the Fugees
Still ain't making a connection
Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me
Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly
Adding up to math
Applying everything I learned
While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned
See


[Chorus]
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street
East Coast y'all
Handle your B.I
West Coast y'all
Handle your B.I
Dirty South y'all
Handle B.I
Up top y'all
Handle your B.I


[Verse 2]
Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say what's that all about (bout bout)
It's about one two three four five for the rating
A penny for the hating
Y'all know my ways
Staying up in the game of this MC craze
Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days
Say
Rhymes I toss it
Taking no losses
Let management tell you who your new boss is
People stay repping up on the West Coast
Word is bond to my flow
Y'all got the best 'dro
Ain't seen nothing like it
Ain't bring nothing like it
If my rhymes strike a nerve
Ain't mean nothing by it
Dirty Harriet!
And I be stepping to the left
You bust for Diablo
I still bust for UCEF
Try'na see me on the MC tip
Now child please
Vocab for years
And freak enough stylees
Swing!
Rep the thing for my Hip-Hop brothers
Take care of them before I take care of others
Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince
Big influence
You saying I'm the dopest
But I already knew this
Say one check two check
Everywhere check check
Check for me
We haven't ever even met yet
Gotta thank God
I said I gotta thank God I could look this fly and rock it this hard


[Chorus]
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street
East Coast y'all
Handle your B.I
West Coast y'all
Handle your B.I
Dirty South y'all
Handle B.I
Up top y'all
Handle your B.I
I got what you want
I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street
East Coast y'all
Handle your B.I
West Coast y'all
Handle your B.I
Dirty South y'all
Handle B.I
Up top y'all
Handle your B.I
**************************************************
What’s Up Wit’ ThatHa, once again
First and only female representin, yeah
Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what

Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told
With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold
Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs
With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs
Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny
Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies

I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that
Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers
My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers

Verse dentin, worse than armageddon
Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin
Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline
Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin
Educated, rhymes pre-meditated
Over niggas heads while they out percolatin
Spot datin, block money I could take in
Drops on the box like I was ovulatin

Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that
You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that
Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene
Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine
Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that
And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen
Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans

In '99 baby hold your stuff
I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff
Focus your attention as I make my mark
Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start
Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition
Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission
Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference
'Fore you're left hangin from your vest
Definitely, gettin severance pay
While my joint moves 20,000 units every day
Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun
Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in

Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that
I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi
Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy
Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that
The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that
I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that
And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that
I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that
And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that
You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico
I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people
Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G
I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey
**************************************************
Tight [Remix]Intro:
Ah damn, Digga done gone and did a remix
What you gonna do now partner?
(laughs)

(Monch)
Yes it the selectable messages, hard
Mammary glands, necklaces, breasts'es, large
Camrys, Lands, Lexuses
Executive suits, forget about where the exit is
Consecutive beats, narrated without the negative
There's no need for packin', cause we can make it, happen
We're gone quick, tell a friend "ohhh shit"
Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow
Benevolent, from beneath the sediment
With no speech impediment
Impeach the President?
I don't know, I'm hesitant
When I step through, you know I rep the medicine
Perfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddling
In my business? That's when I got to jettison
The nigga with the big balls
Girls wanna maul me
Drop jewels like you was jewellers with cerebral palsy
My road dogs explode on, Flipmode flip men
Spit in a nigga water like, Ms. Jane Pittman

(Rah Digga)
Now, who we be writing rhymes all night?
(Monch)
Pharoahe Moch in the house and my plans is tight!
(Rah Digga)
Now, who we got next on the mic?
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!

(Rah Digga)
A black queen
You best believe I stack cream for the nine-niggy-nine
Everytime Diggy rhyme
Like a thousand motherfuckers going "yes yes y'all"
Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hall
Tighter than pumps on fat ladies
Flows like the liquid in the IVs stuck in crack babies
Preproduction, stay booming in my tenant
On your radio tighter than the sweats on Richard Simmons
Rah-D-I, going for dolo like I'm Coko
One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho
Tight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguist
Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english
Get Backstreet money, tax free money
Clak-clak any fool try to jack me money
Lick proper, ain't no other chick hotter
Voice alone scare your ass to death like Stigmata

(Rah Digga)
Now, who be writing rhymes all night?
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!
Who we got next on the mic?
(Lord Have Mercy)
Lord Have in the house and my plans is tight!

(Lord Have Mercy)
King of my castle
Shanghai, swinging my lasso
In each hood
And stay unforgiving, like Eastwood
Quick shooter, long clip, Ruger
Villain in trench coats
Walk the evil that men spoke
Creep on your kin-folk
Invent flows that sweep the streets often
Stone cold like Steve Austin indeed, also
The all city, the raw, gritty
Landlord banned from TV in large cities
Nigga slay a squad
Pray to God I'm just Rated R
When I pickle hearts in labelled jars
Spit fatal bars
Tally-ho, tally-ho, I murder a cameo
Rapid fire like a calico, scatter foes
Trapped and dying, Federale home, battle zones
Shined in alleys, chromed, East Coast to Cali homes
Laying down 'fore them federals get me
Got hits while you catch bricks like I'm Reginald Deny

(Rah Digga)
Now, who be writing rhymes all night?
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!
Peace to the ones that don't bite!
Lord Have in the house and the plans is tight!
Now, who be writing rhymes all night?
Pharoahe Moch in the house and the plans is tight!
Peace to the ones that don't bite!
Flipmode in the house in the plans is tight!

(Outro)
That's right ya'll, Tight Remix. Featuring Ph-ph-ph-ph-pharoahe
M-m-m-m-monch, Lord Have Mercy, and the first and only female of the Flipmode
Squad, Rah Digga
Every time I learn the words to a song, somebody make a remix...
What is going on with all these remixes?
More money, more money, more money...
**************************************************
Who Gonna Check Me BooHey Boo, who gonna check me
Ya thought yo all had the … did you?
Yeah, oh, study fortunate throttle to … so I got the Louie machina so I could smuggle the bottle
About the war, brick city, see the streets respecter
Police on electro, I keeps the extra, the Gucci fleece sweaters, all our reeks …
The same ...bitch now I speak better
More than lace and tracks I … dust it
Nothing less than crack we riding us touch it
Our box cut it, watch the blocks bust it
I got them shit bubbling like shots in your bottom
Little more than a problem, Nostradamo
Never on schedule always good timing
I'm right back on it, I'm right back on it
Ain't even gotta try just suck my ball with
The blink of an eye now the streets are zone us
And do the damn thang till I'm open in shortness, come on
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Got a whole lot of flack and … you
People still, digga digga, now what's left to prove
Spitting properly, ever since ...and foxy, copy, tip and socky
Shrimp and … I turn the hippie when I hit that sticky
Worse than cake, I transform like whip whinkley
All these chicks geeks and less than 6 weeks
I shot all down like tell the … bitch, shut up bitch
Dipping off chain poses, switch seats, back on the stage, might let that bitch speak
Singin all of their hook like swiss beats, freeze
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
If I was you I wouldn't try no papers, never know what's next your name come up on that paper
Get assassinated, lyrically lacerated, to men this is exasperating
Got a classic waiting, let's go, trimming jay to vay … follow way to the ga
Drive me in the streets watch ...to a …
Thing I'm gonna scorch … you … is replay
Go DJ, and I'ma spit it all, I bring the pain you can't … windows in a raw
An old friend's a … real suspect ya, I ain't sharing no ...I might just … this
Did you expect it to get this … I even spit backwards like the bitch dyslexic
Me address … next hip hop's back …
Last chick try to flex that ass got checked, let's go
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo, not you
Who's gonna check me boo
**************************************************
Tell Me Why[Rah Digga]
Rah Digga, P!nk
Let's go, ladies
Do it

You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
Baby, baby, (tell, tell me why, tell, tell me why)

You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
Baby, baby, (tell, tell me why, tell, tell me why)


[Verse 1 - Rah Digga]
Put it on, what went wrong, something's happening to my brain
Something strange, can't explain since I got up in this game
Think I'm bugging, call me rugged, this before I had my name
People fussing, brand new cousins, 'nough to drive a bitch insane
Tell me why do I sacrifice my family and my friends
Thought the struggle would be over, finding out it just begins
Call me crazy, leave my baby, and be traveling on my way
Round the clock, making stops to make somebody else's day


[Hook - P!nk]
I found myself stressing over ignorant things
I had to realize all the hate that negativity brings
It's like wherever the day takes me now
Can't be that perfect girl, I don't even know how


[Verse 2 - Rah Digga]
Put it on, what went wrong, something's happening around the way
Watching roots and hip hop culture breaking down from day to day
Tell me why, where's the love, all the turbulence and crime
Tryin' to teach my cousins, Frankly, cause we running out of time
The government done found themselves the perfect remedy
Three strikes, give them life, and give the rest immunity
Wanna cry, tell me why, is all these babies in the street
Little girls is barely teens, and they done had more sex than me


[Hook - P!nk]
I found myself stressing over ignorant things
I had to realize all the hate that negativity brings
It's like wherever the day takes me now
Can't be that perfect girl, I don't even know how


[Verse 3 - Rah Digga]
Now now now
Don't even know how I'm supposed to be
Motivated by the love of those close to me
While I'm steady on the west, trying to make my ends
Turning friends to enemies, and enemies to friends
Every lesson I've learned, try my best just to show you
Acting like I owe you and I don't even know you
Before it get better, I see it getting worse
So before the struggle do me
Holla do me first


[Bridge - P!nk]
Look, thank you LaFace, and I feel so out of place
It's like constant confusion, and I always feel like I'm losing
Something telling me to be strong, something's telling me to go on
Sayin' P!nk, come now let's do this song
Rah Dig', and it's going on


[Hook - P!nk]
I found myself stressing over ignorant things
I had to realize all the hate that negativity brings
It's like wherever the day takes me now
Can't be that perfect girl, I don't even know how


[Rah Digga] (x2)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why)
Baby, baby, (tell, tell me why, tell, tell me why)
**************************************************
Showdown[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer
Scrooge, still look good without ruge
My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
Money, money, money, how we blaze
Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube

HOOK:
In the showdown, how it go down
Get the flow down, watch it go down
How it go down, in the showdown
Gettin closed down, watch em go down
In the showdown, how it go down
Put your dough down, watch it go down

[Verse 2]
I'm representin bitches 'round the way
We runnin up his box and we ain't gon have to pay
I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
House on the hill with my publishin deal
Shows pay the bills, make it all connect
And do some corporate type shit with my royalty check
Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex
After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
Tell me now cuz that's how I ball
'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul

HOOK

[Verse 3]
Peace to all my peoples in mission
Peace to peoples with they license suspended
Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks
Who ain't tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks
What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy
Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki
I'm smokin damn good and chokey black
Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back
I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose
And always be around like I was afros
Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me
Risin to the top cuz that's how momma raised me
Now that the message is embedded
The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it
Hold up baby cuz that's when you lost
Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross

HOOK
**************************************************
Album Intro[Intro: Rah Digga]
Whoo, Yes
Ladies and gentlemen, (D-I)
Yall know my name, (Dirty Harriet)
Digga Digga, (How serious)
I'd like (D-I) to shout out my manager Ace Lentz, (This album is)
Let's do this, Megahertz, (2000, D-I)
Flipmode Squad, Busta Rhymes
Outsidaz reppin the bricks
Nobody on the track. (D-I)

[Rah Digga]
Yo, When I step in the booth, Flip ugly and I loose all couth
Dig-ga be-have
Maintained the streets, Next journey still with the same peeps
Dig-ga be brave
Ima do this son, Dirty Harriet number one, (Come on)
Dig-ga we straight
Got somethin for you and you and you, Man what's my name yo, (D-I) G-G-A
As we start round two, Next rhyme might be about you
Hope you never see the light, Like Juwanna Man 2
I'm still makin sure, All my rhymes is tight
Tell you that from day one like they tell us God is white
Imperial chick from Brick City, Doin a buck fifty
Rollin around in trucks strictly
When it's time to break fools, My rhyme styles dagger
Tare you down worse then the O'Riley factor
Do it for my sake, I dare yall to try me
Burn yall up the ass like cancer in the prostate
Best in the tri-state, Perhaps in the country
Headline with no album, That's how bad niggas want me
Might be a little raw, For the average broad
Don't worry baby girl, I got somethin for yall as well
Do tell, Cause everything's a story
It's your favorite little grimey, But my name ain't NORE

[Ghostface Killah]
It wasn't the way she rapped, It was a talent
God gave it a she brought it back
Tell Bust I said peace
Flipmode flip dough, Zip codes, Go back home on skid row
Niggas don't like Tone
Or you digga, Handle they bitch and I'll get the nigga
Develop that into a real picture, Click
Niggas get that shit, I don't play that shit
I concentrate on hits, Not that BET
Nigga bodies or an ill album, Or a song for them ill mommies
I swear I will dot theses niggas the fuck out
Get to cussin and cuttin, These corny cocksuckers better stop frontin
Word, Blow yall niggas for damn near nothin
We-Got, Yo let them things pop, We got the mean darts
Cheese-Blocks, We the welfare babies with the dark brown birth marks
Don't get your assed up, Fuck that
Ghost and Rah Digga, Taxin niggas, We ain't cuttin back so
Please-Stop, Theodore and Flipmode will invade your whole spot
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So Cool(That cool shit)
Call me conductor, I lead the way for ya
Underground vibe, status self-employed
R-A-H aka Harriet Thugman
Carry out the legacy with seed and husband
Now off with the head thangy
Watch flip to a genie
And I be a Mac like Beanie
Out the bottle, I turn thug super model
With rhymes that'll make ya have to settle for Movado
The dirtiest getting all the way live
Steady tappin' my shit, try-na eat while I drive
Speeding to a function to play the little actress
Three hours late and don't even know the address
Madness with the ill sexy flow
And the label spendin' g's not tryin' to let me go
Rockin' on the stage after me, YOU FOOL!
Cause I am so cool

[Carl Thomas](Rah Digga)
Cause she's so cool, yeah oh
Money baby can't you see
(Can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(Never be as fly as me)

[Rah Digga]
I aim high beat date in December
A million motherfuckers whose face I don't remember
Next to fall with the b-girl ball
Tight gear little cousins
The store from the mall
Rockin' hardcore to some R&B shit
Kickin' rhymes for the round-the-way heads
That I'm at peace with
Love the ice rock silver as a preference
Taking writer's credit so offer a suggestion
So bust dem heads who ain't real wit it
Who don't want shit in life and can't deal with it
I see you
Frontin' like you on my side
Switch sides thanks for the ride bitch
See me on the cover, (Say what?) strike a pose
Just know after that I'm making off with the clothes
Underground rule for real, so what's the haps?
Take it back like kids who fight in playing caps
Or Jacks 'N' Ball, freestyle off the wall
Tell em don't forget the stones when they make the Digga dome
Do away with styling you ain't even found yet
Blow the mic out and ain't nothing but a sound check
Writing rhymes like you wish you could
Tight breaking em down on behalf of sisterhood
Spittin' every time use my looks as a tool
Cause I am so cool

[Carl Thomas](Rah Digga)
Cause she's so cool
Money baby can't you see
(Can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(Never be as fly as me)
Cool
Money baby can't you see
(Can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(Never be as fly as me)
She's so, so
You can't be as fly as she, oh
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Storm Comin’[Hook]
It’s a storm comin’, it’s a, it’s a storm comin’
It’s a storm comin’
It’s a, it’s a storm comin’
What you gon’ do, who can you trust?
When you feel the heat comin’, are you ready to bust?
If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’
If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’
If we have to

[Verse 1]
Dear son, hope you hearing every word in my chronicle
Hope it’s finding you in good health, living honorable
Caught a glimpse of the future and it don’t look bright
You gon be in for one hell of a plight
It’s a war going on outside, no art is safe from
They let you take some, unlike that mason
OG, my straight spit from day one
They tell you switch it up, just keep the faith son
Don’t let em digitize you, epitomize you
He’s just another nigga with a mic, telling lies to
Unsuspecting fans, be a self-respected man
Remember mommy’s tales of PE and ex clan, bam
Fast forward to the present day debacle
They bring you underground when you want to preach the gospel
That 13th apostle, that wasn’t on the roster
Found out that I was a female, and that they couldn’t stop her
Your mama was a soldier, heavy burden on my shoulders
Still be spitting, spitting, spitting if I had to do it over
They forever tried to terminate me
Underrate me, believed they should date me, even tried to percolate me
Now here comes the safety, but none of them could tackle
Occasional snaffle, I wave that magic lasso
Whipping up them bars, niggas craved it like the castle
Feeling the heat coming, start busting if you have to

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I don’t know where to begin, how to tell you how to win
But I do know it’s gon come down to those rhymes in the end
Some pursue other ventures, some lost they step
We done came a long way from the days of salt and pep
They told me shake sells, I took the red pill
I chose to stay street, let culture prevail
I agreed to the weave, [?] the ponytail
Girls nipping and tucking, I said what the hell
I ain’t sign up for that, but to each their own
Said it’s easier to market, easier to clone
Easier to brainwash little kids at home
Easy for them machines to set the tone
Now some say it’s high class, some say it’s hoochie
All up in the mags, free stuff in the two piece
First comes the nip slip, then comes the new leaks
Then comes the sex tape, if I’m lying sue me
I ain’t need nothing but a pen and some loose leaf
Speakers on blast, whipping round in that two seat
Jumping out, bam, show time, just me and the band
Mic checking in my B girl’s stance
Fuck cocaine, fame is a hell of a drug
How far you gon go tryna get that buzz
How many you gon fuck tryna get that plug
In the future are you still gonna get that love?
Ladies!

[Hook]

[Outro – Chuck D]
Thank you Rah Digga
No more silence or violence, just guidance
And let a mother be heard with that true word
No matter how much the powers that be be disturbed
And if it is what it is
Let us define our kids
Make strong daughters, in the ending story of our sons
This from your brother, Chuck D
One
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Imperial [Remix](feat. Busta Rhymes)

Chorus: Rah Digga
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go
You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
Blow!

(Rah Digga)
It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad
Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me
Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em
The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin
Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks
And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin off the interest
Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers

Chorus

(Busta Rhymes)
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll
Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all
I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all
Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all
I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all
Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all
Trample niggas like y'all
Make examples outta niggas like y'all
Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall
Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all
Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all
My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin with some other shit
And when we hit y'all
Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick

Chorus

(Busta Rhymes)
A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit

(Rah Digga)
Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit

(Busta Rhymes)
Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit

(Rah Digga)
Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy

(Busta Rhymes)
Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular

(Rah Digga)
Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin shit since the phantom of the opera

(Busta Rhymes)
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya

(Rah Digga)
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millenium

Chorus
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ClassicAha, yeah, I know it's only one me*
Many of try
If I want to be the queen of the street
I'm just me, yeah
Classic, got that classic
I only forgot to try
... pen
And write the only thought of mine
... just trying to figure it out
It's so easy
Classic, I'm so nut to average
Hook for... from the...
Top gun not one that I'm see... I
GGA only them see GI
Cropped in photoshop, they're not in my telephone
Who want to challenge, I'm on the way to,..
I'm not breath ain't,..
Flow low stop like,..
I'm actually, how should I put it
Let it... it
It'a a village, a a... or,..
No tell... causious so tell,..
Since I took some time apart
When the last time you asked why
They got me flow it in, pussy... all in it
Follow in the,.. survive...
... dirty heavy, pump it that classic

[Chorus:]
Classic, classic
Open that classic
Classic, all day classic
I'm dig it, classic
My dues told to...
Shut, shut them down
No flow...
Might blow the...
... heavy one they hope they pass it
This way just might have to...
... trying to be nice... this time to...
So classic, even my car it's historic
Classic,.. the rap who's...
I leave one drink....
Launched like...
Bring the game flying over sea too worried
...
Me and my... show up...
Telling them suck up their asses
About that bombastic, is digging in, in, pomp in that classic

[Chorus:]
Classic, open that classic
Dig it that classic
I'm dig it
Classic
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This Ain’t No Lil’ Kid Rap (Remix)[Intro: Rah Digga] (Redman)
(Yessirrrrr~!)
Ev'rybody grown in here right?! (Rated M for mature bitches)
I'm sayin we got the King and Queen of Brick City up in this piece
(I'm grown as a mu'fucker!!!!)
I be seein y'all talkin shit about people too old to rap (NAH!!!)
Fuck outta here!!! What you mean too old to rap?! (Well let's get it then!)
I'll bust all y'all asses, quit playin with me!
Actin like you don't know! (Let's GO!)

[Verse One: Rah Digga]
SHIT!!!! Comin with that grown folk I ain't tryin to pick a fight
But this ain't a Fisher Price Kidz Bop Nick At Nite
This that Adult Swim rise by the gigabyte
No disrespect but I don't take you for the spittin type
You ain't got no ends in mi casa
I can get smooth Frank Sinatra or spank them in patois
Your girl Rah Rah I do this for a hobby
Whole crowd waitin for my shit, porta-potties
Them bars spill y'all ain't shocked as hell
I tell these retailers y'all better stock the shelves
These hoes be trippin on "Tightropes," not Janelle's
"Make Music with my Mouth" like Biz or Rahzel
Next to me y'all Mattel  I'm Shells and Gazelles
It's News Chopper 12 when I rock the bells
Pass Doctor L commits to ass whoopin
Get the belt on these scabs I catch their ass lookin

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
SHIEEETTTTT!!! This that grown folks music
Homey think he fresh tell tell that motherfucker deuces
(STUPID) They say I'm what the game been missin
Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN)
Could spend a whole lifetime fishin
Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission

[Verse Two: Redman]
YO, I hope no kids up in here, I'm exclusive
That's why them hoes +Hawkin+ me like Yusef {*WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF*}
Haters gon' hate, 'cause they chick on the rooster
SHORTY! I think your car seat need a booster
Drug abuser, Bricks, that's where the bass at
Out of town niggas, pay tax A.S.A.P
Verse for your Maybach, pockets on lypo
YEAAAAAAH!!! "This is It" like Michael
Drop E'RRY month like your me-nstrual cycle
I'm wide open sayin, "Rappers, I don't like 'em"
Tyson in his prime, Louis on Vuitton
And you never work like the project intercom
(NOOPE!) And that's why I'm a grown man, boy!
24 inch ashtray and Altoids
NEVER gettin dressed for the Soul Train Awards
I'm out there, next door to Elroy
BEYOTCH~!

[Chorus: Rah Digga]
HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here
SHHHHHH!!!! This that Brick City ish
And we ain't into beef in all that little kiddie ish
They say I'm what the game been missin
Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN)
Could spend a whole lifetime fishin
Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission

[Bridge: Rah Digga]
They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!)
They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin)
They say I'm what the game been missin
Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (Bloggin me...)
They say I'm what the game been missin (Textin me...)
They say I'm what the game been missin
They say I'm what the game been missin
Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned

[Outro: Rah Digga]
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!!

[Redman]
Gillahouse, Rah Digga, what's good?!
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Party Over Here*NO LYRICS YET
**************************************************
Storm Comin’ (Remix)[Hook]
It’s a storm comin’, it’s a, it’s a storm comin’
It’s a storm comin’
It’s a, it’s a storm comin’
What you gon’ do, who can you trust?
When you feel the heat comin’, are you ready to bust?
If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’
If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’
If we have to

[Verse 1 – Jon Connor]
Look, momma thanks for the goddess
I’m normally private, I’m breakin’ my silence
I’m strivin’ to break into the game and maintain and survive it
Couldn’t nine to five it, early on I seen this was my calling
Should I put my all in spitting bars in a one bedroom apartment
Some days I didn’t eat, gave new meaning to the term starving artist
Did it for the culture and stayed away from these vultures
Fuck em, never change my content for profit, stop it
Cause Logic would tell me as long as I’m healthy, my passion will never fail me
What the fuck can you tell me?
I’m never gon’ sell my soul cuz my truth is what made me wealthy
I always picked it myself, in my mind I’ve been taking selfies
Since I was twelve watching Belly, I barely went outside to play
I was making tapes, getting ready
I was watching Rhyme & Reason,I  believed hip-hop could keep our people eating
Feed em, even keep us breathing through the legacies we leave em
I ain’t preachin’ but I’m hopin’ that I reach em, teach em
You can change a life just with a chorus or a feature
Went from whack rapper to backpacker to Aftermath’s next chapter
Why y’all playin’ the game backwards?
Trendy niggas is penny pinchers, y’all guinea pigs, gimme niggas
Raw shit still in me, word to my indie niggas
Yeah, I hope they feel me, nigga
You hearin’ to kill my spirit, they have to kill me, nigga
And when they hear my voice, I hope it uplift my niggas
And tell my momma, Sarah Connor, let’s go get these niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Rah Digga]
Always knew it would come a time I be callin’ my sons in rhyme
It’s the rage against the machine, I tell em to jump in line
Gettin’ on my Sarah Con, swinging like Barry Bonds
Tryna wipe aside existence, I’m seeing various signs
Went from fightin’ the power, ain’t no bitin’ allowed
To popularity pose, how many likes in an hour?
These uneducated critics, they be writin’ about us
But they never determine shit, they just hatin’ my prowess
Call us bitter and haters? History eradicated
When we voicing our opinion on some shit that we created
I heard I was racist, I just tighten my laces
This supposed to be rappin’, thought righting wrongs is the basics
So many documented cases of fraud cross the border
I don’t yes man the people, I enforce the law
All the streets [?] Fuck outta here! this total recall
A storm comin’ for your bitch ass, here go the sequel
I ain’t tryna be no star, just tryna teach y’all
Power to the artists united, divided we fall
Seeking, ye shall find, instead of feedin’ the mind
OG’s goin’ crazy tryna keep up with the times
I’m divine, you need design
Three from the line and I ain’t even in my prime
Never compromise the ethics, I leave it all behind
When I feel the heat coming I’m squeezing both the 9s
Like blaow!

[Hook]

(Outro)
People ask me a question all the time
What do you think of hip-hop then and now?
Which is like really crazy, state of the, state of hip-hop
It’s not, it can’t be answered in a discussion or an interview
It’s a course study, there’s a lesson that probably has to take place
Months at a time, those who know, know who
I tell people like this
You know my name, you know my face
And everything else that goes with it
**************************************************
Janis Joplin[Verse 1]
I ain't your ordinary -- I'm that ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hate femcees, could give a fuck if we get along
**************************************************
The Last Word (feat. Outsidaz)(feat. Outsidaz)

(Rah Digga)
This is a story...
But not really a story
It's just some freestyle shit
My name is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz
My niggas, tell em

(Az-Izz)
Since I been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the kitten
Black or white, when the lights go off, I can't tell the difference
Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't
I got mad freestyles and hella-written
The hottest fella spittin

(Slang Ton)
Never quitin, spittin more Outz than eleven innings
Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin
You better listen

(Young Zee)
Yeah yeah, I tell a chicken "Zee hurtin skeezers"
Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty Herculeses
I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs
Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs

(?)
I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad
Cut a fag

(Slang Ton)
And put your brother ash in a duffle bag

(Pacewon)
Yeah, ya'll fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin
Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800
Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon in the dungeon

(Young Zee)
American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London

Chorus (Rah Digga)
Set it off for my heads in Jerz
Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve
On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb
My Outsida click gon' get the last word

(Pacewon)
Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nuttin funny
Slap you like you stole something from me
Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money
*Along w/Rah Digga* First week out we top twenty, grungy

(Young Zee)
Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured
Diss us, watch I ?pop willies? without ninjas

(Axe)
Run your ? wit ya for the Brick City niggas
Shittin on ya like kitty litter

(?)
You could do fifty situps, and I don't give a fuck if he bigger
I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga
Ya'll rock jewels that's Truck like Chevy pickups, TWISTA

(Pacewon)
All I want is money and my dick sucked

Chorus

(Az-Izz)
Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters
While you serve steak platters I'ma die ballin like Hank Gathers

(Axe)
Axe get the dough like cake batter
Pockets stay fatter
The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper

(Pacewon)
Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo
Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo

(Slang Ton)
Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo
We sign our autographs, Spell It Out like K-Solo
Tha Outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono

(Rah Digga)
Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's
Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo

(?Nawshis?)
Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no

Chorus
**************************************************
Solidified..that
…pack that
…
Don’t even ..that, it’s …you’d better go and get that ..
You even think you got a ..you got an ass back
You write the legend tryin to …
I like the new ..gipsy how I thought that
You can’t hang up …
You matter of fact …with your boss..
It’s going back mother f*cker…
…pull it together like .. cuz I match that
They’re wonna be the hardest …
…some hot … smart thing …super professional …

Chorus:
Cuz right here is what you call right music, music
For music, good music
You know nigga you got that …you make choose it
Exclusive, I’m gonna be to make you lose it
So come to …ain't’ stop, we’re going …
This is time … will never die
Truth is eternal will never die, …
This is one of the things that I ain’t sitting well
…
I’m sayin hip hop music and I ain’t ..
See when they come is ..
I’m like that ladies …
You’d better say on my .. you can’t afford that

Chorus:
This right here is what you call right music, music
For music, good music
You know nigga you got that …choose it
Exclusive, I’m gonna be and make you lose it
So come to …ain't’ stop
This is time … will never die
Truth is eternal ….forever die, …
Knock, knock, who is it, …
…sixty , spend and, …miss me
I didn’t miss ...in my mama eyes
She said girl, don’t you know …we keep the hood
…like a piece of mind
He was born for the hip hop job
Nobody getting close to the start
...putting on my …99 is smart
..I got plenty to …hoping to …
…looking like extra ball …

[Chorus:]
**************************************************
Party & Bullshit (dirty edit)(Intro: Rah Digga)
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

(Verse 1: Rah Digga)
We 'gon take this through the roof
See me on the move checkin cats like who's who
Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang
Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names
Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks
See me cruisin until that my sixties wipped
And we off to the races (Say what?!)
Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces
Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan
Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand
Mami fly, watch your man
Me takin loses I be damn
What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs)
And we stay in the flossin game
See me on the front line like G.I. Jane
Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin

(Chorus)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Verse 2: Rah Digga)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank
Love is love ma leave it at that
You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu
Keepin up with me how souped is you?!
Boy state your purpose get on down
Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!)
Pullin up to my bumper baby
Body language somethin crazy
Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what
Only been here a minute cats startin it up
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Come one come all we 'gon have a ball
Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!)

(Chorus: Rah Digga)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Bridge: Rah Digga) + (Just Blaze)
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

(Verse 3: Rah Digga)
It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader
Come on drop it like a hot potato
Everybody let's percolator (Come on!)
Fellas in the club lookin righteous
With a tight chest I think I might just
Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one
Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun
Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac
In the system watch mami straight throw it back
Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down
Digga Digga is crazy right now

(Chorus: Rah Digga)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Outro: Just Blaze) + (Rah Digga)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
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Break fool - lp original versionYeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, Yall
AAAAHHHH Shit
Bricks
See me on the block with tha chromed out drop
Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top
'Tight' rippin through tha hood
Blow up the whole spot
With tha system
TV
?Foremon?
EASY!!
Working the scene on the quest for lime green
Steady puffin on brown just for the time being
Battle raps on cock I get all up in your ear
Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous
Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar
Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance
Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans
Say fuck yall!!
Groupies
Do Me
TRULY
Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living
Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins
Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin
Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin

[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it up
FLOOD IT UP
Whip it up
WHIP IT UP
Smoke it up
SMOKE IT UP
Trick it up
TRICK IT UP
VIP area
Certain heads get in
Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in
Weed on delivery, everybody chip in
Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it
Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen?'
Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans
My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos
After one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!!
Now, this for my real live underground cats
Who be checkin for the rhymes
Not checkin for the track
Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack
Say fuck dat!!
FUCK DAT!!
Fuck Dat!!
FUCK DAT!!
My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics
Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights
Ya motherfuckas crazy telling 'Git Da Git'
Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick

[Hook]
For those who want to whip it
For those who want to flood it
For those who want to buy it
For those who want to dub it
For those who want the sexy
For those who want the rugged
Say Digga
DIGGA
Hardcore
SLUGGERS
Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster
A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters
For those who want to smoke it
For those who want to trick it
For those who want to hate me
Niggas know where they can stick it

[Hook] 2x
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Party & Bullshit (a cappella)(Intro: Rah Digga)
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

(Verse 1: Rah Digga)
We 'gon take this through the roof
See me on the move checkin cats like who's who
Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang
Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names
Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks
See me cruisin until that my sixties wipped
And we off to the races (Say what?!)
Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces
Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan
Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand
Mami fly, watch your man
Me takin loses I be damn
What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs)
And we stay in the flossin game
See me on the front line like G.I. Jane
Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin

(Chorus)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Verse 2: Rah Digga)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank
Love is love ma leave it at that
You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu
Keepin up with me how souped is you?!
Boy state your purpose get on down
Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!)
Pullin up to my bumper baby
Body language somethin crazy
Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what
Only been here a minute cats startin it up
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Come one come all we 'gon have a ball
Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!)

(Chorus: Rah Digga)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Bridge: Rah Digga) + (Just Blaze)
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

(Verse 3: Rah Digga)
It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader
Come on drop it like a hot potato
Everybody let's percolator (Come on!)
Fellas in the club lookin righteous
With a tight chest I think I might just
Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one
Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun
Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac
In the system watch mami straight throw it back
Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down
Digga Digga is crazy right now

(Chorus: Rah Digga)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Outro: Just Blaze) + (Rah Digga)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
**************************************************
Party & Bullshit (alternate clean edit)(Intro: Rah Digga)
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
(A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

(Verse 1: Rah Digga)
We 'gon take this through the roof
See me on the move checkin cats like who's who
Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang
Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names
Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks
See me cruisin until that my sixties wipped
And we off to the races (Say what?!)
Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces
Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan
Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand
Mami fly, watch your man
Me takin loses I be damn
What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs)
And we stay in the flossin game
See me on the front line like G.I. Jane
Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin

(Chorus)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Verse 2: Rah Digga)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!)
Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank
Love is love ma leave it at that
You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu
Keepin up with me how souped is you?!
Boy state your purpose get on down
Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!)
Pullin up to my bumper baby
Body language somethin crazy
Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what
Only been here a minute cats startin it up
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!)
Come one come all we 'gon have a ball
Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!)

(Chorus: Rah Digga)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Bridge: Rah Digga) + (Just Blaze)
Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it

(Verse 3: Rah Digga)
It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader
Come on drop it like a hot potato
Everybody let's percolator (Come on!)
Fellas in the club lookin righteous
With a tight chest I think I might just
Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one
Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun
Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac
In the system watch mami straight throw it back
Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down
Digga Digga is crazy right now

(Chorus: Rah Digga)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall
Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side)
Front to back come on everybody
We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and bullshit

(Outro: Just Blaze) + (Rah Digga)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?)
**************************************************
So Cool (feat. Carl Thomas)(feat. Carl Thomas)

(That cool shit)
Call me conductor, I lead the way for ya
Underground vibe, status self-employed
R-A-H aka Harriet Thugman
Carry out the legacy with seed and husband
Now off with the head thangy
Watch flip to a genie
And I be a Mac like Beanie
Out the bottle, I turn thug super model
With rhymes that'll make ya have to settle for Movado
The dirtiest getting all the way live
Steady tappin' my shit, try-na eat while I drive
Speeding to a function to play the little actress
Three hours late and don't even know the address
Madness with the ill sexy flow
And the label spendin' g's not tryin' to let me go
Rockin' on the stage after me, YOU FOOL!
Cause I am so cool

[Carl Thomas](Rah Digga)
Cause she's so cool, yeah oh
Money baby can't you see
(Can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(Never be as fly as me)

[Rah Digga]
I aim high beat date in December
A million motherfuckers whose face I don't remember
Next to fall with the b-girl ball
Tight gear little cousins
The store from the mall
Rockin' hardcore to some R&B shit
Kickin' rhymes for the round-the-way heads
That I'm at peace with
Love the ice rock silver as a preference
Taking writer's credit so offer a suggestion
So bust dem heads who ain't real wit it
Who don't want shit in life and can't deal with it
I see you
Frontin' like you on my side
Switch sides thanks for the ride bitch
See me on the cover, (Say what?) strike a pose
Just know after that I'm making off with the clothes
Underground rule for real, so what's the haps?
Take it back like kids who fight in playing caps
Or Jacks ‘N' Ball, freestyle off the wall
Tell em don't forget the stones when they make the Digga dome
Do away with styling you ain't even found yet
Blow the mic out and ain't nothing but a sound check
Writing rhymes like you wish you could
Tight breaking em down on behalf of sisterhood
Spittin' every time use my looks as a tool
Cause I am so cool

[Carl Thomas](Rah Digga)
Cause she's so cool
Money baby can't you see
(Can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(Never be as fly as me)
Cool
Money baby can't you see
(Can't you see, can't you see)
She's so cool
And you can't be as fly as she
(Never be as fly as me)
She's so, so
You can't be as fly as she, oh