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rah digga - album intro lyrics

[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
n0body 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 -ss like cancer in the prostate
best in the tri-state, perhaps in the country
headline with no album, that’s how bad n-ggas 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 k!llah]
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
n-ggas don’t like tone
or you digga, handle they b-tch and i’ll get the n-gga
develop that into a real picture, cl!ck
n-ggas get that sh-t, i don’t play that sh-t
i concentrate on hits, not that bet
n-gga bodies or an ill album, or a song for them ill mommies
i swear i will dot theses n-ggas the f-ck out
get to cussin and cuttin, these corny c-cksuckers better stop frontin
word, blow yall n-ggas for d-mn 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 -ssed up, f-ck that
ghost and rah digga, taxin n-ggas, we ain’t cuttin back so
please-stop, theodore and flipmode will invade your whole spot

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