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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
+**************************************************
+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!
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?)
+**************************************************
+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)
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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...
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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 ...
+**************************************************
+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)
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?!
+**************************************************
+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?)
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
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