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rah digga - the last word (feat. outsidaz) lyrics

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(feat. outsidaz)

(rah digga)
this is a story…
but not really a story
it’s just some freestyle sh-t
my name is rah digga, and this here is tha outsidaz
my n-ggas, 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 h-lla-written
the hottest fella spittin

(slang ton)
never quitin, spittin more outz than eleven innings
cheddar spendin, slang ton forever sh-ttin
you better listen

(young zee)
yeah yeah, i tell a chicken “zee hurtin skeezers”
f-ck you wit the strength of like thirty herculeses
i want the cash n-gga, f-ck them scabs
stab once or twice then the p-ssy up for grabs

(?)
i puff the hash in front of your mother’s dad
cut a f-g

(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, f-ck 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 cl!ck gon’ get the last word

(pacewon)
our att-tude 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 w-ll–s? without ninjas

(axe)
run your ? wit ya for the brick city n-ggas
sh-ttin on ya like kitty litter

(?)
you could do fifty situps, and i don’t give a f-ck if he bigger
i throw a right hook that could drop any n-gga
ya’ll rock jewels that’s truck like chevy pickups, twista

(pacewon)
all i want is money and my d-ck 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 g-y 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 n-ggas lives like they k-ci or jojo

(?nawshis?)
outsidaz takin a loss, that’s a no-no

chorus

- rah digga lyrics

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