Yeah Rah Digga '99 Flipmode Outsidaz shit tight

down to the coochie yeah check it

[And I] And I say whats tight

cuz a sista write rhymes all day and all night

Rolling south of the Hudson

New Jerusalem in seclusion using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]

Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs

with doo rags hangin from my pockets

[Me] Me tha rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics

Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]

So recognize, I make a niggas eyes come alive off of five two fives

Scars the camoflauge

I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors

We're takin mad people titles

Wetter than a resevoir

Lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesa Marco named Hasana

Warmer than a bomber, hotter than a region of Ghana

Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana

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Now, who be writin rhymes all night

Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [Tight]

Peace to the ones that don't bite

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco

I swind to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel

Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT

Dirtier than an overseas shipment of keys

I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS

Call me Shay Digga

Plotting over loops like the eight figures

Baby I'm hard, pepresent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted

Watch rhymes runnin, over, see me in a camo Range Rover [Shot]

And I won't stop for Jake

And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate

Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you

Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?]

Polo curls, diggin all the rapper shit like they go-go girls