Rah Digga (born Rashia Fisher) is an American rapper. Well known as a long time member of the Flipmode Squad, a hip hop group led by Busta Rhymes, she parted ways amicably with the group in 2007. She has been called "one of rap's most prominent women MCs" by Allmusic and "one of hip-hop's most skilled female MCs" in the book How to Rap. Rah Digga is a resident of Newark, New Jersey.
Rah Digga was born in New Jersey and went to study electrical engineering at the New Jersey Institute of Technology. She learned how to rap by studying the raps of KRS-One, Rakim, and Kool G Rap of the Juice Crew.
She starred in the movie Thirteen Ghost, and she worked with hip-hop group Twice the Flavor before joining the Outsidaz, leading to a feature on the track "Cowboys" from the Fugees album The Score. Being seen by Q-Tip at the Lyricist Lounge lead to her meeting with Busta Rhymes, and joining his Flipmode Squad, later appearing on "numerous Busta Rhymes albums". Her debut solo, Dirty Harriet, was released in 2000 featuring Busta Rhymes and Eve. She also worked with Bahamadia on the track "Be Ok" from Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 1.
Christopher Charles Lloyd (born April 30, 1982), better known by his stage name Lloyd Banks, is a Multiracial American rapper and member of the rap group G-Unit. Raised in South Jamaica, Queens, he dropped out of high school in 1998. G-Unit released two albums, Beg for Mercy in 2003 and T.O.S. (Terminate on Sight) in 2008. Banks released his first solo album The Hunger for More in 2004 with the top ten hit single "On Fire". He followed with Rotten Apple in 2006 and left Interscope Records 2009. In 2010 G-Unit signed with EMI to distribute Banks third studio album H.F.M. 2 (Hunger for More 2), which was released on November 22, 2010.
Banks was born in New Carrollton, Maryland and raised in Queens, New York City; he is of mixed Puerto Rican and African American descent. His father spent most of Lloyd's childhood in prison, leaving his mother to raise him and his two siblings. Lloyd attended August Martin High School but dropped out at age 16. For his stage name, he took his great, great-grandfather's name Banks, which was passed on by his uncles who also shared it.
Amethyst Amelia Kelly (born June 7, 1990), better known by her stage name Iggy Azalea is an Australian hip hop recording artist signed to Grand Hustle Records. She is perhaps better known for her promotional songs "Two Times", "Pu$$y" and "My World" whose music videos went viral on YouTube. On 27 September 2011, Azalea released her first project, a mixtape titled Ignorant Art, saying she made it "with the intent to make people question and redefine old ideals".
Iggy Azalea was born Amethyst Amelia Kelly in Sydney, Australia but moved with her family to Mullumbimby when she was still a baby, into a house on 12 acres that her father built by hand from mudbricks in New South Wales. Her father was a comic artist and painter and her mother a real estate agent. Azalea says her father "made her look at [art] as a teenager" which has always influenced her life and work.
Azalea began rapping at age 14. Azalea took her stage name from her family's dog while growing up. Before embarking on a solo career, Azalea formed a group with two other girls from her neighborhood: "I was like, I could be the rapper. This could be like TLC. I’ll be Left Eye." Azalea eventually decided to leave the group because the other girls weren’t taking it seriously: "I take everything I do serious. I’m too competitive."
Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s.
Busta was born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York, and grew up in Flatbush, Brooklyn, to Jamaican parents Geraldine Green and Trevor Smith, Sr. in 1972. Smith attended George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School, alongside Jay-Z, DMX and The Notorious B.I.G. He went to Uniondale High School on Long Island, graduating in 1990.
"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
[Chorus] 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 hoe 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)
Ha, 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
(verse 1-Lil' Kim)
Everybody know the queen gettin down dirty
Drive you crazy like the 7:30
It ain't a secret, rumors they could keep
You know there's only one ghetto queen with the guillotine
Real b
#$h that carry gats by the spleen, know what I mean?
Some b
#$h is on the line, answer that
If it's a booty call cancel that
You want pure satisfaction? Imma handle that
All I need is a candle and a porno channel
Lubricate the top, now I'm starting to sweat
Peel my Gucci sheets back so they don't get wet
Now check it, adjust your phone volume
Little Kim is sure to bring the nuts outcha
Imagine me s
#$ing blood out ya
Like a hickey, I love the phone quickie
Slip myself a mickey
Now thats the proper set off
You could reach out and touch me MCI style
Kim and Short f
#$ing Cale bed-stuy style
Tell me what you want
I'll tell you what I need
You could f
#$ me till I bleed
Oh shoot I'm about to OG
tell me do you wanna f
#$ me (x2)
hook-Mona Lisa-
what comes around goes around
what goes up has got to go down
my love goes around and around
makin' love without a moan or sound
(verse 2-Raw Digga)
Filpmode b
#$h takes a lot to handle this
black lips and huge hot spots
f
#$ me or not I know I make yah hot
get you hot like Suana
your d
#k be doin' flips in my teddies by Gabbada
wanna rock da prada I got fame
protect my name
keep my attitude the same
money ain't gonna make me chill wit h
es
but I know where nice clothes
and chill wit my n
#$a Busta and the Squad
and f
#$in' my n
#$a Todd
why you look at me as if I don't know this
I ain't got time for you go and find a clue
when you check this
we be makin' out in your lexus
don't crush my solar plexis
keep you up late
12:45 curfew with my dates
in the fall taken out my rakes
candles, wicks,and lakes
wanna shrink yo' d
#k drink Surge
if not enlarge what be inside your drawers
uh us bad girls mad hot and s
#t so (what?)
you don't wanna f
#
wit this!
hook
(verse 3-Gangsta Boo-talking)
I'ma make this short and simple
like girls with pimples
I like the adictives
in drinks and smokes
you don't smoke trees like me
you ain't buyin' weed like me
you ain't got a Mafia like mine
cause you ain't got da time (uh)
(rapping)
I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers
Who can make it blaze like us
Bless you to death, wanna freak me from the back (Girl, don't even
play like that)
Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got
(Chi-co, true baller don't stop)
I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit you
Game so sharp that it split you
Tell ya what, keep-a stylin'
(I ain't been hooked since Ewing was a Hoya)
Can't nobody do it this tight
Pep' be the bomb, that's right
Lookin' on the page tryin' to get with me, sit with me
Yo', it ain't s
#% to me
I'm-a party till I see the sunrise
S to the P, the party live
Keep it comin', baby
hook
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
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 DJ's 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
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
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like y'all
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
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
Aiyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lotsa wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit
Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit
Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit
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
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 underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin' shit since the phantom of the opera
Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millenium
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'
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)
Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it
And I say what's tight
'Cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Dwellin' 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, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin'
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 niggaz titles
Wetter than a resevoir, lurking in the bushes
Striking blows like Chesamar code-name 'Hasana'
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
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
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 cellular, what? Polo curls
Diggin' all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Who the tightest? I rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don't try me 'cuz I be the bitch
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of defeatin' me is morbid
'Cuz I get you open like the comin' of the Pope
When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit'
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'
I decompose, any rapper to the bone
Down to they X and Y chromosome
So 'See My Name' tagged in bold or Italics
'Cuz I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Tight, tight, aight?
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, aight?
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight, tight
[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
[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 aint 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 'cause 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 aint 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 'cause 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 'cause that's when you lost
Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross
Rah, 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, tryna 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 wife, 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, uh?)
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, uh?)
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, making 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, uh?)
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, uh?)
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, uh?)
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, uh?)
Rah Digga, Rah Digga
Peace y?all this is the first lady of the flip mode squad, Rah Digga
(Uh, uh)
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
Flip mode squad album the ruler ship album
(Okay, okay)
I wanna plug the next busta rhymes solo lP anarchy
And I?m pluggin? the outsides
(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
Tryna 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
All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
All 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
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
Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry
You stickin' me is like niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary
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 rot
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin' water, boil in a pot
Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' your pops?
You messin' wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin'
Flipmode we still mergin'
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
Get three to get your bitch neck and four to even the score
Graveyard shifter mister, y'all believe in the law
Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede ballet shoes steppin', do the best that I can can
Like Pointer sisters, who could join the wizard?
Talkin' outta place, I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up
This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you
Before all the plaques and the Source Aawards
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 clippin's
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
Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, in these violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes
Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mash his ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin? half ass shit, splash kids
Poke ?em with the bassinet in the neck, graphic
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
But then we manifest the truth
The niggas fight predictions from The Bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin' all through your district
This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
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
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
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
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?
Tryna 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
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
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 tryna 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
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
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
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)
Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, check it
And I say what's tight
'Cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Dwellin' 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, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin'
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 niggaz titles
Wetter than a resevoir, lurking in the bushes
Striking blows like Chesamar code-name 'Hasana'
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
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
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 cellular, what? Polo curls
Diggin' all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Who the tightest? I rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don't try me 'cuz I be the bitch
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair
I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of defeatin' me is morbid
'Cuz I get you open like the comin' of the Pope
When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit
Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit'
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'
I decompose, any rapper to the bone
Down to they X and Y chromosome
So 'See My Name' tagged in bold or Italics
'Cuz I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Now, who be writin' rhymes all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight
Tight, tight, aight?
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight, tight
Tight, tight, aight?
And the plans is tight
Tight, tight, tight
(That cool shit)
Call me conductor, I lead the way for ya
Underground vibe, status self-employed
R A H aka Harriet thug man
Carry out the legacy with seed and husband
Now off with the head tangy 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, tryna 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 I'll 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
'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)
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 and 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 writers 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 strike a pose
(Say what?)
Just know after that I'm making off with the clothes
Underground rule for real, so whats 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
'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
[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' with our spears
To the sky, screaming Bis Mi Allah
So please be advised, cause 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, cause 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
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)
[Beyonce]
The cards never lie, my last breath a sigh
And now I think about if it's my time to die
I don't know what I was thinking, steady wasting time with Hill
And I need to live my life because my time is unforgiven
I can't understand how my life changed around
Manifest my destiny, is it the brown underground?
Blue skies are turning grayer it's the point of indecision
Believing in the cards you must respect it's every vision
[Wyclef]
Oh Girlfriend, get your mind on right
Don't spend your time cause you can't waste your time
Everyday like it's your last, but you must fear divine
Intervention comes and snatch up all your dreams from behind
Love!
You feel it and you got to let them know it
Love!
Your heart and that's the feeling that you go with
If you have a dream you need to go and let them know it
Cause you could wake up in the morning and it could be over
[Beyonce]
No, No, No, No
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna go
Just, Just, Just let me stay home
Let me live my dream, let me see another dawn
No, No, No, No
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna go
Just, Just, Just let me stay home
Let me live my dream, let me see another dawn
[Rah Digga]
Carmen, don't listen cause the cards have deceit
Just slide him the money, we don't need a receipt
Truth only exists within the eyes of the beholder
Plus he's kind of young for fortune telling
He probably should be older
[Wyclef]
But the cards never lie, I thought I told you
Now it's her turn to try, to reach her goals before she reaches the sky
[Beyonce]
This is love
It's like I'm trying to throw my life away
Sometimes love is all you got and other times it makes you pay
[Wyclef]
Well when you finally rise
Then you'll realize
[Beyonce]
The windows to the soul are not the hips but the eyes
[Wyclef]
Oh You could wish on the stars but they dead, just the light
[Beyonce]
But they shine just as bright as they did their entire life
No, No, No, No
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna go
Just, Just, Just let me stay home
Let me live my dreams, let me see another dawn
No, No, No, No
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna go
Just, Just, Just let me stay home
Megahertz y'all
Another day in the life
Speaking for all thug moneys
Paper chase themselves for us
They man love money
Schemin' ass honey tryna get my shine
Such a lady of grace with such a hood frame of mind
Summertime's here, dazzy dukes are in order
Swingin' with my cousin a lil' thicker, a lil' shorter
Five in the whip, we like to flow thick
CD's in the clip, let's take a road trip
Hey what we gon' do now? Cop some trees
Take a ride in the range through the block and skeeze
We conceded asses, waving to the masses
Cats doing wheelies on their bikes flyin' past us
Head to the mall or maybe the ville
Steady cruisin' down Fifth, do lunch at Negril
Stores closin', down goes the sun
Everybody get ready for the real fun
(A-ooh)
Yeah, y'all you know it's goin' down
Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town
Wildin' out until you're layin' all on the ground
More heat and there's plenty to go around
(Just bounce)
Party people come shake it over here
(Just bounce)
Got you throwin' your hands all in the air
(Just bounce)
Everybody go shake it over there
(Just bounce)
Blowin' the spot up like we don't care
(A-ooh)
Now we done huffed a lot of ounce up
Orangina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer
Seconds rounds on me, D-I-G, the third is yours
Time to mop the dance floor
See we ain't paying so debt that duke
Cali's club be the shit so they close at two
I'm a socializer, y'all know my steeze
Whether loungin' at Spy Bar or grindin' at Speed
Now you might see me dolo or with a bunch of dimes
Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines
Or maybe with the squad
Rollin' BK style, first lady profile
No more chicks allowed
Say what we gon' do now?
Load the set, take a ride down to Philly
Check where's that Moet?
Or back to the bricks have drinks at my apartment
I'm the real ghetto superstar
(A-ooh)
Yeah, y'all you know it's goin' down
Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town
Wildin' out until you're layin' all on the ground
More heat and there's plenty to go around
(Just bounce)
Party people come shake it over here
(Just bounce)
Got you throwin' your hands all in the air
(Just bounce)
Everybody go shake it over there
(Just bounce)
Blowin' the spot up like we don't care
(A-ooh)
We bring the night to a close
Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows
What we gon' do now? Take it down? Nope
After hours on the other side of town
Come on swing with me if you're able
Corner reserved and they got a pool table
The music jumpin' better than the club
Champagne on the house and the DJ show love
But all good things must come to end
Headed back to the whip time to parkin' lot pimp
Just when you thought it couldn't get no thicker
Shorty gotta hurl, said she can't hold liquor
Who gettin' dropped off first? Please
Time to roll another L, hot cakes at Mickey D's
Peace, peace y'all, here's one for the roll
Hit me later on the jack for the next episode
(A-ooh)
Yeah, y'all you know it's goin' down
Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town
Wildin' out until you're layin' all on the ground
More heat and there's plenty to go around
(Just bounce)
Party people come shake it over here
(Just bounce)
Got you throwin' your hands all in the air
(Just bounce)
Everybody go shake it over there
(Just bounce)
Blowin' the spot up like we don't care
(A-ooh)
(A-ooh)
Yeah, y'all you know it's goin' down
Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town
Wildin' out until you're layin' all on the ground
More heat and there's plenty to go around
(Just bounce)
Party people come shake it over here
(Just bounce)
Got you throwin' your hands all in the air
(Just bounce)
Everybody go shake it over there
(Just bounce)
Blowin' the spot up like we don't care
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.
This is what I'm dealin', 'bout to make a killin' off illin, off a hydro
Put it on a rapper like they work in El Tambo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement
'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
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's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclist
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
M.C's for real might catch a hach-tuey
'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what
I push the range on my Pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats, who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for under aged rug rats
I spit for Bricks city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot 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 gonner
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 sensi
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mix tape
Like that, I'm the illest with the mouthpiece
Crazy like South Park and hotter than South Beach
'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
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, I 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 blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what
When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters
(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
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, off the chain
(Flipmode, 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'
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin' but play the wall
Come on left side, right side
(Left 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
I be that bitch with a bat
(Say what?)
I be 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
(Ow)
Pullin' up to my bumper, baby
Body language somethin' crazy
Gettin' hot in here 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)
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin' but play the wall
Come on left side, right side
(Left 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
Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
Shake it around shake it
(Just Blaze)
Shake it around shake it
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
Everybody on the floor I tell ya all
And if ya don't do nothin' but play the wall
Come on left side, right side
(Left 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
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
Ha ha! Let's Go!
[verse 1:]
I walk through the streets tryin to figure out why I captivate people when I don't even try it's like all the things I took for granted but now that I'm older I surely understand it every single day tryin to carry out tasks celebrating another birthday life's moving too fast every minute, hour, each day, and night make sure I keep focused and keep my mind right never knowing what drama that life could bring in spiration and word with every song I sing making sure that I'm not overcome with greed got enough security for my seed it go like any given day I could take fifty grand snatch her outta school and head to disneyland, or maybe just Toys R' Us and the mall her life is straight baby girl gonna have it all
[chorus:]
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
[verse 2:]
Mom and ddad taught me to stay outta trouble but no one can prepare you for life's inner struggles the test of your courage when you're scared to death or the test of Faith winning sinners right and left the test of your strength when you're making life choices, I swear swear sometimes I be hearing strange voices following advice my grandma gave me, crazy think I've been seeing her lately she told me nothing in life was free be nice to folks who are nice to me to turn the other cheek in most confrantations no matter how bleak the situation oh, but most things I had to learn on my own like what I'm gonna do by the time I got grown would've been nice to see a baby in a movie multimedia your truly, c'mon
[chorus:]
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
[verse 3:]
The moral of the story is who knows what glory is? who just idling who the real warrior is? who the type that make their own fate? who the go-getters? who sit back and wait? went from hanging on a park bench to a range rover with darken tints 5-bedroom apartments never fear new music was my calling whatever else come Digga Digga put her all in it at this point I figure any path I'm at whether sing, rap, or act, or just fade to black now wonder why I motivate like that? so I can live like a baller even if I don't play I'm a tell you this much I'm a always have a plan can't leave you well-being in somebody else hands the choice is yours I'm a do my bit cause everybody dies but not every body lives
[chorus:]
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Mirror mirror on the wall who gonna survive? who be next to fall? it might be to day it might be tomorrow so until I get the call I'm a say I did it all
Rah Digga
The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby
C'mon
I be that bitch niggas wantin' in the lab
Rhymes comin', rhymes goin' like I was a dollar cab
Fingerin' the man tryin' to tap into his feelings
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, ya'll can 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 choke, no gettin' pulled over
A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime
And your favorite underrated MC's is prime time
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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)
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
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)
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 Aliz
You can smell their tongues 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 [unverified] 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
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)
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)
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)
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
Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin' all y'all 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
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
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
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 beggin' 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
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
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
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
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)
Aha, 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
Yeah
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
?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
[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'm a 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 bet 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
[Casey Lee]
The B to the L, the A to the Z to the E
Early twenties, girls by the twenties
Rims buy 'em twenty, never gin slide me Henny
Blunts roll in twenties, got my stunts holdin' semis
Blaze in the Bentley; be like Jay, "Come and Get Me"
Straight from Q-U-E percisely 40P
[Rah Digga]
Yo you that brother that I always see on MTV
I ain't cop your album got it off the MP3
But it's hot though take it from another emcee
That's what I'm tryna be
[Casey Lee]
Shorty it's the M-O-N-E-Y
My wrists will leave your eyes B-L-I-N-D
My passion for poetry and parting from poverty
Leaves me in position to mould my own like pottery
[Rah Digga (Joy Bryant)]
Heh, ain't really sweatin' you brother, we tryna parlay see
(I heard A&R; was short for armed robbery)
I heard selling records is like hitting the lottery
[Casey Lee]
All you need is talent shorty, Blaze got plenty
Shorty holla, come on
The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E [x8]
[Casey Lee] + (Joy Bryant)
If you start from my toes to my dome like Gators
Iceburg, Gucci, my head cap is Raiders
CD so hot you gotta play hot potato
And Primo won't even take me out with the fader
Cause my voice is laid with paper, my crib, Jamaica
You know the action, get planes built to go there
(What about your Grammy?)
Got it chillin' at my mother's crib
Right next to the Golden Globe
For actin' like I give a fuck
[Rah Digga]
What you talkin' 'bout? Diamond life, you livin' it
Benji's, Bentley's, your cash flow is infinite
[Casey Lee]
But you know there's more to life than videos
They're different
Cali is where it's at
And that's a wrap, my lip I'm zippin' it