************************************************** 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